Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)
I guess you've got a spice of temper, commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. It goes with hair like yours, I reckon
Ella is much younger. Maybe thirty. I don’t know. And you certainly can’t tell from the way she dresses. Middle of winter she finds a way to show her belly button. And she’s got four hundred of these...
But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age.I thought you liked redheads.I do. What's your point?
We redheads are a minority, we tend to notice each other - you know, and notice our identity
When red-headed people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats.
Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.