DANE: [eyeing my hair, peculiar look on his face]
ME: I know, I know, my hair is weird. I desperately need a haircut.
DANE: No, it’s just…it reminds me of…I can’t…quite…Oh! I know! It’s that woman—you know, the one? From the Harry Potter?
ME: [blink. blink.]
DANE: You know, the one. The one. She escapes from Azkaban—
ME: Bellatrix Lestrange? I look like Bellatrix Lestrange?
DANE: [triumphant] Yes! That’s the one!
ME: Wow. Um, thanks. [maybe looking a little less than thankful.]

[You think he meant this one? Or this one?]