Colonel Patterson: All right, men. Here's your mission. There is a vehicle in the driveway that needs unloading. Dismissed.
Brad: It's packed to the ceiling with presents.
Randy: Charge!
Lillian: That's another thing. Your father piled the presents up so high in the back seat, he couldn't even see out the window.
Colonel Patterson: Now, don't blame me. I wanted to put the presents in the front seat and you in the back.
Lillian: Well, that would have certainly made things more pleasant for me.
Tim: Oh, it's gonna be a perfect Christmas.
Jill: Would anybody like some eggnog?
Lillian: Oh, no. Your father can't eat eggs.
Colonel Patterson: I can eat eggs. I just don't know what the hell "nog" is.