Jack looks like he bolted 2 caterpillars onto his face and they’re trying to rebel.

At least my forehead doesn’t wrinkle up like a leather purse!

But then my wrinkles go away. Unlike your grey hairs.

Well sorry we don’t all have a stylist to take care of our hair Mr. L.A.

My hair is a luxurious gift from heaven. Yours crawled out of some backwoods Irish bog, a stylist wouldn’t even know where to start with you.

Bog water makes your hair strong and glorious!! We Irish tend to our own hair like beasts, other people cant handle our sensational locks!! something a city boy like you wont understand.

Call me city boy all you want, I was born on a volcano and raised by the woods. You were born on potatoes and raised by sheep. G'night boo