Las Vegas s04e08 Episode Script

Welcome to Christmas in the desert.
Bring it up! Merry Christmas, sir.
Welcome! Keep it moving, Jared.
Move it up! I'm ready.
You have to sit down.
Hey.
There you go.
Only in Vegas do they make snow on the hottest December in history.
Not so funny now, is it? This is war.
Amen to that, brother.
Load up.
MIKE: Wait! Wait! Let me get some snow! Hey! Hold up, hold up, baby! MIKE: Oh, baby! Get them back, man! Get them back! Hey, Sam! Merry Christmas! Men are pigs.
Those two are oinkers.
Hey, Danny, catch! Here he is.
Reggie! Samantha! You're not travelin' light, are you? Look at this entourage.
Little larger than last year, no? Well, what can I say? I'm eccentric.
Yes, you are.
How's my favorite client? Oh! You mean your Christmas bonus? Exactly.
I have a surprise for you.
Sweetie! It's from his first Vegas concert.
The traveling Elvis collection is here from Graceland.
And I've set it up so you can have a private viewing.
And I have also set it up so you can try on one of the King's jumpsuits.
Aren't you excited? Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
I just hate the heat.
That's why I always come to Vegas in December.
See, now I thought you always came to Vegas to spend Christmas with me.
Well, that, too.
Come on, let's get inside before I wilt.
Have you ever seen such a beautiful tree, Ashley? Look, another elf! ARIEL: Hi.
MIKE: Hold up! Hold up! Watch me! Hey! Hey, hey! That's my car! Hi, Santa! Hi, girls! We've been really naughty, Santa.
Maybe you should spank us.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Did he just call us ho's? Hey.
What? Did you just knock that guy down? No, he tripped.
It's nice of you to show up.
The kids have been waiting for over an hour.
Lay off me, will you? I'm sweating like a pig, and this costume is just itching the hell out of me.
That's the old Christmas spirit.
You going to bite the heads off the kids, too, huh? You're playing Santa, not the Grinch.
What do you got in the sack for me, Santa? Ho, ho, ho! Yeah, I know.
Come on.
I can't believe it's already the day before Christmas Eve.
You know what I can't believe, I can't believe we haven't had the drawing for Secret Santa yet.
We've all been so busy.
DELINDA: I'm so excited about Danny and my first Christmas together.
Oh.
I'm planning a special candlelit Christmas Eve dinner.
Then a little cuddling by the fire as we read The Night Before Christmas.
A Deline family tradition.
And then I've got a real surprise for Danny.
All right, let's stop right there.
I don't want to hear about your whoopee-making on the floor in front of the fire, or under the Christmas tree.
We love your Secret Santa.
It's the highlight of our year.
Yeah, well, don't patronize me.
You just make sure that everybody's in my office.
You included.
Yes, sir.
I swear, Ed, these kids, they love you more and more every year.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, everyone! Ho! Ho! Oh, God! Whoopee-making in front of the fire on Christmas Eve is romantic, Mike.
Besides, that's not what the surprise is, although, it could lead to that.
Delinda, I said I don't want to hear anymore.
Merry Christmas, everyone! Ho, ho! Did you hear Danny's car was stolen? What? When? He loves that car.
MIKE: Yeah, he's pretty upset.
Sit down.
Act jolly.
Hi, little one.
Hi, Santa! What's your name? Are you bothered by the Montecito's myopic Christmas-only display? No.
I love Christmas.
Well, what about Hanukkah and Kwanza? Any day you get presents is a good day for me.
Great, then maybe you could help me out with a little multi-denominational holiday display thing Sorry.
Busy.
Hey, Santa! Where's your reindeer? So, what's your name, sweetheart? Yo, Santa! I'm talking to you.
I can't believe this guy's heckling Santa.
That's right, fat man.
I'm talking to you! Hey, listen, crap for brains, you don't shut up, I'm going to come down and tear you Santa! Santa's not supposed to say bad things.
Santa's a little pissed this year.
Santa! Here, honey.
Have a candy cane.
And you have to remember that you have to be a good girl, or Santa won't bring any toys to your house.
Okay? Well, Merry Christmas! Ho, ho, ho.
Come on, sweetie.
Does Santa have something in the sack for me? Come here, little girl.
Not you, little girl.
I've got a very special gift for you.
I'm going to slip it to you later.
Make sure you're wearing the Santa suit.
Mary? Yeah? There's two little girls in the lobby looking for you.
They asked for you by name.
It is perfect.
Hmm.
I can see all the Christmas decorations on all the hotels all the way down the strip.
Let's hit the tables.
Yeah.
Hey, ladies! I'm Mary Connell.
I'm Ariel Connell, and this is Ashley.
Connell? We're your sisters.
Hey, Santa, one of your elves just stole Danny's car from the valet.
It's not funny.
Actually, I'm serious.
Everyone! Santa's taking a little break.
His chief toy maker's here.
This is an excuse for you guys to avoid my Secret Santa.
No! That's what it is! It's not, Ed, one of the elves stole his car.
Or maybe it's probably a joke.
Well, Danny's not laughing.
Are you trying to tell me he's not coming to the drawing? I don't know.
Well, you're going.
Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it.
Highlight of my year.
Although, something's been bothering me, Ed.
Why does the Montecito only decorate for Christmas? Why not Hanukkah and Kwanza? I mean, not everybody celebrates Christmas.
Maybe we could have Hanukkah Harry hand out some dreidels, or cook up some latkes at Wolfgang Puck's? Who's Hanukkah Harry? Oh.
He's kind of the humorous Jewish counterpart to Santa Claus.
Uh-huh? Never mind.
I just thought a holiday theme, as opposed to Christmas only, would be a nice change.
Tell you what.
You know, if you feel like putting up some sort of display for Hanukkah or Kwanza, you feel free.
On second thought, you are in charge of the new holiday theme.
I don't want to be in charge, I was just asking a question.
Happy Hanukkah! Ho, ho, ho! What are you doing here? Where's your parents? Is your father here? Where is he? Did he hurt you? Where's your mom? Mary! Mary! One of your cute little Christmas elves just jacked my car.
Danny? What? These are my little sisters.
Is your father here? No.
Danny, your car was just spotted at a gas station off the strip.
Have you seen a yellow '69 Camaro, black racing stripes? Driven by an elf? Yeah.
Yeah.
The elf went into the bathroom, he hasn't come out yet.
What about the car? Another dude came by, drove away.
You mind if I take a look at your surveillance tapes? Cameras haven't worked in years.
Damn it! DELINDA: I just want our first Christmas to be special.
You know what I mean? He's just pissing away his money.
Isn't that what we want? Seven.
Of course that's what we want, but we want people to piss away their money correctly.
Oh.
I didn't know there was a correct way to piss away your money.
Well, there is.
Now, what is it you're going on about? Danny and my first Christmas.
I'm planning a special candlelit romantic Christmas Eve dinner, then a little cuddling by the fire Oh, okay.
Hold, please.
I really don't want to hear about you and Danny playing hide-the-salami in front of the fireplace, or under the Christmas tree.
Why does everyone think that's all we do? Because you two couldn't stop banging each other if your lives depended on it.
In fact, I'm surprised you two aren't permanently attached at the crotch.
Hey, Mary.
Those elves that you hired, are they all little people? Yes.
Where are the girls? I called their mother and she came and picked them up.
Danny, my father's in jail.
She had him arrested.
Good! That's where he belongs.
I hope those two didn't go through what I went through.
Look I should have called the police years ago.
You did everything you could at the time.
Yeah, but what if I had done something? Listen, you didn't know that he got remarried and that you had two little sisters.
You called their mother and told her everything that happened to you.
You did everything that you could.
It's Ed.
We got to get to the Secret Santa.
Great.
Yeah.
It should be fun.
This is Sam.
Sam, get your little ass up here right now to my office for the drawing.
Oh, you know what, Ed? I can't, because I'm with a client, so Now! I'll be right there.
Reggie.
I'm going to be right back.
Okay? Don't do anything crazy.
Okay.
Just for fun, let's double my bet.
Yes, sir! Three, craps! Christmas wasn't very much for me as a child, because, you know, money was tight.
But, my family, we were always together.
And my dad always read Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve.
And we always exchanged gifts.
Granted, some of the gifts were handmade.
Most of the stuff we found on the streets.
My father once gave me a stick for a bat for Christmas, which is, well, a broomstick, that was a big deal.
Can we hurry this up? Some of us actually work around here.
Oh.
Did I miss the "we were so poor" part? Yep.
Good.
What's that? Nothing.
Okay, Mary! Hmm? You, because you did all this hard work with the decorations at the Montecito, and the activities, have won the honor of drawing first.
Oh, okay! Congratulations.
Oh, now here's the deal.
After you draw, whosever name you call, they come up, and it goes on and on and Okey-doke.
Okey-doke.
Delinda.
Delinda! Honey, you don't have to close your eyes.
It's a hat, you know? Okay.
We'll see.
Danny! No way.
You can't have Danny.
Why not? Because you're already having Danny.
Sam's right.
There's no rule about who you can choose from the hat! Everybody cut it out! I will decide.
I'm just saying Hold it! I will decide, please.
I will decide.
Can we be a little mature over here? This coming from a man in a Santa costume? That's very funny.
Okay.
I have made a decision.
You must pick again.
But You can't pick Danny.
Fine.
Put that one back.
And the lucky winner is? Sam.
Oh, great.
Listen, I don't want any crotchless underwear or edible panties.
Now what am I supposed to get you? Ed! Sam? No re-gifting.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Like last year, and the year before.
We've all gotten a re-gift.
What? Shall we tell you the rules again? No! No! I got them all right here.
All right then, Mike.
Why don't you tell us what the number one rule is? Well, the number one rule of Secret Santa is you must graciously take and use the gift that are given to you.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
There you go.
Now that's the deal.
Mike.
What? I drew your name.
Hey! Make it a good one, Mr.
D.
Make it a good one, Mr.
D.
Kiss ass! You like that? Yeah.
Hmm.
Danny.
Yeah! Well, the unrated version of Brokeback Mountain is That's not funny.
Oh! Ho, ho, ho! It's a little funny.
It was kind of funny.
Why bother? I'm the only one left.
Mary.
Hey, could we trade names? No.
Why? No.
All right, I'm leaving.
I'm out.
Hey, wait a second, Sam.
Listen, everybody.
I'm putting together a little multi-denominational display.
You know, as opposed to the usual Christmas decorations, and I was wondering, Sam, if I could get you and Mary to give me give me a hand, you know, just a little What do you think? All right, good luck with that.
Hey, hey! Where's your Christmas spirit? I mean, holiday spirit? DELINDA: I have no idea what to get Sam for Christmas.
How about anti-evil pills? No, wait, she got those last year, they didn't do any good.
Hey, everybody.
Listen up! I'm looking for a few volunteers to help me out with the Montecito's new multi-denominational holiday display.
Yeah! You're not going to want to miss out on this fun! So? Anybody? Mitch? Look at the time.
Come on, Mitch.
Hey.
Help a brother out.
With what? With the I can see I'm on my own with this one.
Looks like your car thief was fully aware of our surveillance cams.
Not one good angle.
Is he eyeing Elvis' Caddie? Little man is either stupid, or the most brazen thief we've ever dealt with.
Did you see that? That's Louise.
She was wearing a mirrored bikini top.
I'm looking at me looking at her! It's crazy! She got me good with one of those big old snowballs.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Huh? Hey, come on, man, you're living with Delinda now.
I mean, sure, I wouldn't mind hitting it That's not what I was thinking.
Oh.
Maybe we can pull a reflection of the elf off of her top.
Oh! Yeah, we could do that.
I get it, get it.
Your elf is neither stupid nor brazen, he's a kid.
Happy Christmas Eve morning, everybody.
Hey! Happy Christmas Eve, Mike.
There he is! Have you been here all night? I've been trying to video IQ this kid.
Any luck? No.
I checked all juvi files, all reported runaways, nothing.
I made calls to everyone I know, and Well, I'll check and see if there's any car ring operating in Vegas that uses kids as wheelmen.
There's not.
I already checked.
What about someone after classic cars? Nope.
Checked that, too.
Your car should be easy to locate, Danny.
It's bright yellow with black racing stripes.
It looks like a bumblebee.
You okay? Mmm.
It's just that I promised my dad I'd never let anything happen to it.
'Cause I already know what I'm getting you.
DELINDA: Really? What? You'll have to wait and see.
But I can't wait! Can't wait for what? My Christmas present.
She won't tell me what she's getting me.
Oh, that's too bad.
Hey, what should I get for your father? Well, I know what he really wants.
You do? But I can't tell you.
'Cause then Danny and I wouldn't have anything to give him.
And he's really hard to shop for.
Okay, but I could go in on it with you and Danny.
No.
You wanted to see me? Anything new with your car? No.
Look, what do I get Mike for Christmas? I don't know.
I'm still trying to figure out what to get Mary.
I kind of want to get Mike something special.
I think, you know, he's been feeling a little left out lately, especially with you and Delinda being together and all that, you know? Oh, by the way, you and Delinda are invited over Christmas morning, you know, opening presents, and Christmas dinner.
So, basically all day.
Yeah, we got plans and we're not going to be able to make it.
Sorry.
What time? About 6:00 a.
m.
Reggie.
Hey.
Come on, baby, come on.
I thought we were meeting for breakfast? Oh, Sam, I'm sorry.
The tables were calling my name.
Sweetie.
Reg? The only name that these tables are calling is loser.
I want you to slow down.
I'd like to see you again next Christmas.
Sam? Word? Could you excuse me for just I'm a little confused by your concern over your client's spending habits.
The holiday spirit making you feel good? Not so much? What do you want? Well, to be honest, I'm a little worried that the gift I'm going to give Danny appears a little Gay? Yeah.
So why don't you get him the Beer of the Month Club.
That's so impersonal.
Now that's gay.
Hey, what do you think I should get for Ed? Oh, yeah.
He I have no idea.
Oh! It's like that? Oh, okay.
Well, good luck with that personal gift you're getting for Danny.
Give it to him! Nice! Seven! All right, that's enough.
Come on! We're taking a break.
You and I are going to go Christmas shopping.
Danny McCoy.
Hey, Danny, your car was just spotted at the chop shop off of Flamingo.
Okay, thank you.
I got to run.
Excuse me.
Hey! How come you didn't come home last night? I was looking for my car, they just spotted it.
Did Danny find his car? I don't know, I couldn't understand what he said.
What is his obsession over that car? I mean, why is he so freaked out? It's insured.
It was his mother's car.
What's going on with you, Reg? Why are you playing so recklessly this year? It's not like you.
After she died, it just sat in the garage for years.
Danny's father decided that they were going to rebuild the car.
I just always wanted to play with reckless abandonment.
Play big! Win big! Play stupid, lose fast.
That's why I love you, Sam.
Always honest.
Then on Christmas morning when Danny turned 16, his dad handed him the keys and made him promise never to let anything happen to his mom's car.
Hey, you know you're never going to find a gift for your boss in a place like this.
Yeah.
You have any suggestions? Yeah.
Yeah, you know Ed Deline better than I do.
Think of the one thing that he would never give himself.
Mmm.
Hey! You seen a yellow '69 Camaro with black racing stripes? You a cop? No, I'm just looking for my car.
Yeah, we had one.
Please tell me you didn't cut it up.
No, man, we don't cut up cars.
We trick them out.
In fact, I spent all night working on the Camaro.
The guy who brought it in said he was going to race it this afternoon.
Next up, two classic muscle cars.
The '69 Camaro.
Nitro power versus the Dodge super beam! Hey! That's my That's my car! Son of a bitch! Really should let us take you to the hospital for you to be checked out.
DRIVER: I'm fine.
Well, at least go see your own doctor.
Where'd you get the car? Who the hell are you? I'm the pissed-off guy who owns the car you just blew up.
It was stolen? Yeah.
I didn't know.
I swear.
The guy told me he could get me a classic Camaro.
What guy? Goes by Rick.
Rick what? That's all I have.
You got a title? So you bought a car from a guy named Rick without a title.
Where do I find him? I don't know.
He came by the track one day.
I haven't seen him since.
Yeah, I need a flatbed tow truck.
You can't take my car.
It's not your car.
I paid for it.
Hey, it's cool, you take the car.
That's exactly what I'm talking about.
There's a joke in there somewhere.
The present should be arriving soon.
Thanks, Reggie.
I'm going to go freshen up.
Oh, okay.
I'll wait for you here.
What the hell is that? Oh, my God.
Oh, no.
I'm sorry.
Would you excuse me for a moment? His name is Mike Cannon.
No, he's really a huge fan of yours.
Oh, great.
Thanks so much, Stephen.
Merry Christmas, Mr.
Ed.
Merry Christmas, Polly.
What are you doing here, Polly? Do me a favor, too, please.
Don't call me Mr.
Ed.
I'm your Christmas present from Sam.
I don't get it.
Sam giving you whole special treatment.
Oh, the whole "special treatment"? Pedi, mani, massage.
Maybe happy ending if you lucky.
Happy ending? We don't We don't do that.
Wait, we don't do that at the hotel.
Oh! So much tension, so tight.
I tight, too, but in good way.
You think you big tough guy, know pressure point.
I know, too.
You relax.
Too much tension.
Let Polly melt tension away, like butter on penis.
What? What's that smell? MIKE: Looks like you found your car.
Danny, I'm so sorry.
Are you okay? Well, we can't leave it sitting here.
Ooh! I'll take care of the car.
I never liked that car anyway.
What should I do? I don't know.
Oh! My Christmas present for Sam is here.
Ooh! Sam would be very angry with me if you not let me give you special treatment.
Yeah! Sam funny girl.
Nice little butt.
Good shape.
You like little butt, Eddie? Oh, yeah.
Maybe we have a three-way! Hmm? You got to give me more than just the name Rick.
That's all I have.
That's all that I got.
They gave me Rick.
Just cross-match it with something else.
Try Rick with someone I'm sorry, Danny.
I'm going to find this kid.
Hey, have you seen Reggie? Merry Christmas.
Oh! I don't know if you've noticed or not, but I'm not a purse person.
It's not a purse.
Just open it.
Oh, it's not? What the hell is that? A puppy.
What am I supposed to do with that? Love it.
What? And take care of it.
No, no, but I don't want a dog! But you need one.
I don't want one.
Talk to the hand, sister.
You know the rules of the Secret Santa.
No, no! Take it! You have a plan for Christmas Eve? Well, yeah.
Jillian and I Oh, making a Christmas Eve whoopee? Me, too! Happy holiday! Ho, ho, ho! Come on! Come on! What's in the box? Your Christmas present.
Oh! Let me see! Let me see! No way.
Hey, have you guys seen Reggie? No.
What a cute puppy.
It's my Christmas present to her.
Oh, it's perfect.
It's just what she needs.
It's not what I need.
Yes, it is.
He's so cute.
Rottweiler, just like Sam.
Hey, Mary.
You want it? You can have it.
You can't give away my Christmas present I gave to you.
You know Ed's number one rule.
You must graciously take and use the gift given you.
Okay, but it's not my fault if something happens to the mutt.
She wouldn't hurt a puppy.
Would she? You have nice toes.
My boyfriend, ugly toe, but he big like horse.
I call him "Meat.
" Thanks for sharing, Polly.
You know, sometimes he bangy, bangy, bangy.
You know, my head slamming against the wall.
Hurts so good, you know? I don't understand? Well, you said you wanted to know Danny as a kid, so Danny in the ninth grade.
Oh! He was cute.
Yeah, yeah, he was.
Danny in the tenth grade.
Wow! What a dorky haircut.
It really was.
I can't take that.
Danny gave that to you.
And I'm giving it to you.
Mary, I can't.
Please.
I want you to have it.
Really? Yeah.
Uh, Mary.
I need to talk to you.
Delinda, this is my stepmother, Carol.
Hi.
Nice meeting you.
I'll just give you two a moment.
I want you to testify against your father.
I Mary, please.
I'm trying to spare Ariel and Ashley here.
I can't.
No.
No.
Mary? I'm sorry.
Mary.
Hey! Hey! Have you seen Danny? I got a lead on that kid who stole his car.
I'm sorry.
Did I interrupt something? Reggie! I found it.
The Elvis Christmas CD.
What's happening? Reggie? What's going on, brother? I'm dying, Sam.
Yeah, well.
We're all dying.
Not tonight.
I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
He checked himself out of the hospital.
His body has shut down.
He's fine.
You're fine, right, Reg? He's dying.
Come sit with me, Sam.
This is for you.
Open it after I'm gone.
Did you get me a puppy, Sam? I always wanted to have a puppy for Christmas.
Yes.
I did get you a puppy.
Oh! Hmm.
Oh! Hi! Got cold fast, huh? Yeah, a cold front just moved in, huh? No global warming though, right? You didn't have to come with me, you know.
Well, if I didn't, would you have come? No.
Hey, did you find that kid who stole your car? I got an address, but it's probably just another dead-end.
Okay.
Here goes.
Okay.
Hey.
Thanks for coming.
You sure you don't want me to come in with you? I'm sure.
Okay.
I have a confession to make, Sam.
Every Christmas Eve, I still look up in the sky searching for Santa and his reindeer.
So do I.
Mike, I have a Stephen Hawking calling for you from England.
Stephen Hawking? He says he's your Christmas present from Ed.
Mr.
Hawking.
I am a huge fan.
This is incredible.
It's Stephen Hawking.
I have so many questions to ask you, I don't even know where to start.
Video chat? Are you kidding me? Of course.
Come on, Danny, it's Christmas Eve.
I know you're in there! Open the door! Please don't hurt us.
You stole my car.
I was just trying to get some money for Christmas for my little brother and sister.
Where are your parents? There's only our Mom.
Well, is she at work? I don't know.
We haven't seen her in a while.
So, you guys You guys live here? Yeah.
You can't stay here.
Why? Because it's too cold.
We can't leave.
When our mom comes back she won't know where to find us.
I'll find your mom, okay? What about our tree? We'll take the tree with us, sweetie.
Hey, Reg.
Reggie? He's gone.
"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, "not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
"The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, "in hopes that St.
Nicholas " " soon would be there.
"The children were nestled all snug in their beds, "while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
" "And Mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled down "for a long winter's nap.
" "When out on the lawn, there rose such a clatter.
"I sprang from my bed, to see what was the matter.
" "Away to the window I flew like a flash.
"Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
"The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow "gave a luster of midday to objects below.
" "When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh "and eight tiny reindeer.
" "With a little old driver, so lively and quick, "I knew in a moment it must be St.
Nick.
" "More rapid than eagles his coursers they came " " and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"'Now, Dasher, now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! "'On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!"' It can't be.
"To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall! "Now, dash away, dash away, dash away, all!" We know the family.
They've been in and out of local shelters for years.
Who just walks away from three little kids like this? You'd be surprised what people do to their kids.
Any idea where I might be able to find their mother? Yeah.
On this street corner.
Thanks.
Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Don't go! Come on, sweetie.
It's okay.
Oh! GIRL: Don't leave! Merry Christmas, Mary.
Merry Christmas, sweetie.
I'll testify against my father.
Thank you.
Merry Christmas.
I can help you get a job.
I got a job.
Can I at least help you get cleaned up for Christmas? For your kids? Come on.
They're better off without me.
Hey! Delinda? Good morning, sweetie.
Merry Christmas.
Hey Hey! Well, Santa left some stuff under my tree with your names on it.
Here! There you go.
Thank you.
And this is for you.
That's for you.
Our mom's not coming for us, is she? Hey, Mitch.
It's Danny.
I need you to find the grandparents of some kids, and I want all of our resources on this.
But, Danny, it's Christmas morning! I know, that's why we need to find them now.
Delinda? Delinda? Merry Christmas, Danny McCoy.
I don't understand.
We chipped in to buy the pieces to put your car back together.
That's right, kid, we're going to rebuild your car for you.
Merry Christmas.
MIKE: Merry Christmas, Danny.
Merry Christmas, dork.
I don't know what to say.
Don't cry, please.
Thank you, guys.
And Merry Christmas.
What's this? It's a present for you.
Beer of the Month Club? Cool! Thank you.
See? Whose dog? Mine.
His name is Reggie.
Hey, Ed.
Huh? So, how'd you like that special treatment? Well, actually, it was extremely healing.
Ed, thank you for my wonderful gift.
Hawking was incredible to talk to.
Stephen Hawking.
And get this.
He said I can stop by next time I'm in England.
Nice! Mmm.
Now, what happened to that, you know, multi-religious display you had? Next year.
Next year it is.
DELINDA: Look, it's snowing.
It's what? Wow! It is! MIKE: Unbelievable! It's snowing! Hey, I've got something for you.
You should open this when you're alone.
What is it? The Cracker Jack ring you stole from me when we were 10? No.
Better.
Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Danny.