littledetective:

“It’s called a comb, but it wouldn’t surprise
   me if you didn’t know what that was – or
   that you’ve never owned one.”

“…I do have combs, thank you very much. And if you recall, I’ve seen you get out of bed – while not in the best of health, I might add – and wander down some stairs after collapsing in the snow, and your hair was still unaffected. So don’t ‘it’s called a comb’ me. Really, do you know how much of a pain it is to straighten up my hair to match yours? Because ‘just combing it’ never keeps for long.”