G:Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
G:That's what it's all about, isn't it?
Gifts! Gifts! You want to know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me.
In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump!
The avarice never ends! I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is-stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
There is, however, one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful.
Excuse me, old-timer. Mind if I wet my whistle?
O:That's my good stuff!