Luke's trip to Rome

Luke walked in to Joe's Barber Shop for his regular haircut.
Joe: "What's up?"
Luke: "I am taking a trip to Rome next month."
Joe: "ROME?! Why would you want to go there? It's a crowded dirty city full of Italians! You'd be crazy to go to Rome! So how ya getting there?"
Luke: "We're taking TWA."
Joe: "TWA?! They're a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly and they are always late! So where you staying in Rome?"
Luke: "We'll be at the downtown International Marriot."
Joe: "That DUMP?! That's the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is slow, and they are overpriced. So whatcha doing when you get there?" Luke: "We're going to go see the Vatican and hope to see the Pope."
Joe: "HA! That's rich! You and a million other people trying to see him. He will look like the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this trip. You're going to need it!" A month later, Luke comes in for his regular haircut.
Joe: "Well, how did that trip to Rome turn out? Betcha TWA gave you the worst flight of your life!"
Luke: "No, quite the opposite. Not only were we on time in one of their brand new planes, but it was full and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28 year old flight attendant who waited on me hand and foot."
Joe: "Well, I bet the hotel was just like I described."
Luke: "No, quite the opposite. They had just finished a $25 million remodeling project. It's the finest hotel in Rome now. They were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the Presidential suite for no extra charge."
Joe: "Well, I KNOW you didn't get to see the Pope!"
Luke: "Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into this private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, after 5 minutes the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand. I knelt down as he spoke a few words to me."
Joe: "Really, what did he say?"
Luke: "He said, “My Son, where'd you get that awful haircut?"