Claire: It's over, Phil. The house smells like smoke, we have no tree and nine scorched, yet soaking-wet gifts. Worst of all, I have to make Mitchell's day by telling him we're moving the party to his house and I'm on permanent host probation forever. Who knows? Maybe in a couple years they'll toss me a pity holiday. "Welcome to my non-alcoholic Earth Day brunch." [sighs] In brighter news, I am getting on a prop plane in a couple hours. Bermuda Triangle's still a thing, right?