Paris: It was perfect. They had a Christmas tree twelve feet tall. Everything was red and silver and there was eggnog. Have you ever had eggnog?
Rory: Yes, I have.
Paris: It's disgusting.
Rory: Yes, it is.
Paris: But disgusting in a really great way. And they had tiny wreaths hanging from every doorknob, and mistletoe and candles everywhere. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I've never had a Christmas before. One year, I asked my mother if we could get a Chanukah bush. She made me watch Shoah the rest of the week. The place smelled like cinnamon all the time, and there was a fire in the fireplace, and a ton of presents. I mean, hundreds of presents. I'm looking at this mound of gifts, and I'm thinking, "Eight days of Hanukah... who was the skinflint who thought up that deal?"
Rory: Don't the eight days symbolize something?
Paris: Yes, they symbolize eight days of ripping off the little kids who can't have a Hanukah bush.