“Karen- Grace. It's Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus: up in that tower, letting his hair down... so that the three wise men can climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter.”
“Oh cripes honey, let me give it to you in a nutshell. Your boyfriend's a big, flaming, leather-wearing, man-kissing, disco-dancing, vermont-living, christina aguilera-lovin', mykonos-going...honey take it home.”
