Mike: That store was a zoo. Took me 45 minutes just to get somebody to help me. [Frankie sighs] What's with you?
Frankie: What's the point of Christmas?
Mike: What?
Frankie: I don't know if I can do it, Mike. I think I'm done.
Mike: Did you get into the eggnog already? There better be some left.
Frankie: No, it's just... Christmas is so overwhelming. What is the point of it all? I get the ladder, I climb up, I drag down all the decorations, I put them out everywhere. Week or two later, pack them up, lug them back up the ladder, put them away again. Why do I have to go to one store for wrapping paper and another store for bows? Why can't we just use the birthday wrapping paper? It's all just so tedious.
Mike: You know what? You're just in a funk. We'll get the tree up, and you'll get in the Christmas spirit. [opens the box and finds a pink Christmas tree top] Are you kidding me? I got to go back again?
Frankie: Make sure you tell them...
Mike: I know what to tell them!