[All scream as the car hits a patch of ice and spins out of control]
Axl: Nice driving, Dad.
Sue: You distracted Dad.
Brick: Watch where you're going.
[All scream as the car skids out of control again]
Sue: Beautiful solo, Mom.
Frankie: Thank you, Sue.
Axl: I, uh... I like my cell phone, Dad.
Mike: You're welcome, son. Frankie, Christmas is hard.
Frankie: Thank you. That's all I wanted to hear.

Axl: [on the phone] No, it was sweet. But anyway, I gotta bounce. Hit me back later. [laughs] Bye, Aunt Edie.

Frankie: [v.o.] Don't get me wrong. Christmas is hard. But no matter how stressed you are, the 25th rolls around and it's great and wonderful and the best Christmas ever. It's like giving birth. You forget the pain and can't wait to do it again next year. Happy holidays. Love, the Hecks.

Frankie: Hang on. I'm taking Brick to see Santa. You can't go doing all the fun stuff, Mike.
[cut to Brick on Santa's lap at the mall:]
Santa: I never looked at it that way. I guess it is all sort of futile, isn't it?