Marie: You don't understand. This is the reason I have to send my letter. It's from my cousin Theresa. It came yesterday. Here, read.
Debra: "Merry Christmas and season's greetings to old friends and new friends, dear friends and true friends."
Marie: Enough, enough. I can't anymore.
Debra: I thought you like Theresa.
Marie: I love her, but read this here. "Our choir sang at the White House. My roses were featured in 'Good Housekeeping'." Look at all of those exclamation points. You'd think she pulled the Pope out of quicksand
or something!