Paul: Final resolution.
Midnight kiss on New Year's Eve.
Boom! Check it off.
December 31, 2020
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Thursday, December 31, 2020
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
December 30, 2020
Howard Langston: Put that cookie down. NOW!
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
December 29, 2020
Mother: This isn't one of those trees where all the needles falls off, is it?
Christmas Tree Man: No, that's them balsams.
Monday, December 28, 2020
December 28, 2020
The Grinch: The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - and on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go my schedule simply wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no-one. 5:30, jazzercize. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing; I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?
Sunday, December 27, 2020
December 27, 2020
Jefferson Jones: Uh, my old man was an expert with rocking chairs. He said he used to solve
all his problems in one. But you have to know how to rock.
Elizabeth Lane: Don't you just rock?
Jefferson Jones: Oh, no.
Saturday, December 26, 2020
December 26, 2020
John McClane: [huddled in an air vent, recalls his wife's invitation] "Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs..."
Friday, December 25, 2020
December 25, 2020
Kate: [upon seeing the decorated Christmas tree] Oh my goodness, that is beautiful!
Charles Dickens: Isn’t it? The Germans call it a Tannenbaum. It’s a tree for Christmas, a Christmas tree, I suppose. Now the royal family got one, it’ll be all the rage.
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