Brenda: Mama, I'm so, so sorry about this. Now if you'll just tell me what's missing and, ah, we'll see...
Clay: Will you stop trying to find out what you're getting for Christmas! You do this every year.
Willie Rae: Wait, wait, wait. How about this? I will describe the wrapping paper which was a beautiful combination of flying reindeer and penguins and elves...
Fritz: Willie Rae, the wrapping paper would have all been all torn off by now.
Willie Rae: Oh.
Fritz: Here's the truth, OK? It's highly doubtful we will ever be able to get those presents back. But you have to file a police report, so we'll just write it all down and be thankful that the holiday isn't just about gifts.
Clay: You're right. That was, that was very well said, son. The tinsel, the mistletoe, those are not the reasons we get together every December 25th. No, no, what makes this holiday special is a poor baby who was born in a stable and the people who gathered together to celebrate his birth, which is why, as long as we're here, the four of us, together, nothing else matters. (Brenda's cell phone rings)