Barry: I'm confused. Where's the tree and lights and presents and three ZZ Top-looking dudes handing out Frankenstein and Myrth?
Lainey: Yeah, in our family, we don't really do any of the yuletide festivities. Or mention the word.
Barry: You mean "Christmas"?
Lainey: Shhh! Don't say the "C" word.
Barry: Why can't I say "Christmas"?
Bill Lewis: Oh, God. Christmas. Damn you, pookie, you broke my heart.
Lainey: Hello, remember?! Christmas Eve is the night my mom skipped out on us. Ever since that night, we don't do anything for the holiday.
Barry: Not even putting presents in the chimney or leaving cookies in your bed for Santa and his wife, Christmas Carol?
Lainey: Wow, you really know nothing about Christmas.
Barry: Obviously! This was finally my chance to eat gingerbread people and make out under the kissy leaf.