Hippies, Daylia, ha.

Hippie girls with that perpetually startled look in their eyes like they were thrown from a horse when they were kids. I don't know if they still make those girls, or if people restore them in the garage like vintage cars.

In my short film, Youbetchurrassic Park, a crazed businessman finds some old hippie DNA in a petulie bottle in the pocket of a mohair jacket, and clones them on an island, for tourists. When scientists arrive to study them it kind of gets Hair-y--they turn on, and begin to question basic tenets of scientific method, chemistry and physics.