Lilith: Buon Natale. Feliz Navidad. Joyeux Noel. Merry Christmas and shalom.
Carla: Ditto. Now go home. And take ten of these deadbeats with you.
Frasier: Oh, would that I could, Carla, but Lady Bountiful here insists on doling out these obligatory gifts so that people will pretend they like us in the New Year.
Lilith: My little Scrooge. If he doesn't cheer up, Santa's going to give him a lump of coal and make him sleep on the couch. Merry, merry. Happy, happy.