Gloria: No! Nobody goes anywhere. I know what the problem is here. You two miss your mommy.
Claire: No. I do not miss my mommy.
Gloria: Admit it. It's sad. She used to make you cookies, the angel. Now she talks to you in a newsletter and she cancels for no reason. Come here, my little ones.
Mitchell: No. No, it's fine. We're good. It's not a big deal.
Gloria: It's Christmas. You need a mommy.
Mitchell: You're not mommy.
Claire: But you're not our mommy.
Gloria: And it's not Christmas. Come here. It's okay to miss her.