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...
We redheads are a minority, we tend to notice each other - you know, and notice our identity
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?
When red-headed people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.
Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.
While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats.
Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)