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- Hi, Vijay. - Hey, Holly.

How was Thanksgiving? You make big money?

- Oh, zero money. I did, however,

make a giant turkey, which Max and I will be eating

for the next three years. - Oh, no! They cancelled?

- Yeah, it turns out no one can afford a personal chef

these days. - Sorry, Holly.

- Yep, looks like I'll be waitressing again.

Ticket, please.

- You want to try the special Christmas lottery?

A million-dollar winner each week from Thanksgiving

till Christmas Eve. - Yeah, why not?

It seems right to get in the Christmas spirit. Maybe it'll change my luck.

- Let's hope so. - No kidding.

- Same numbers? - Same numbers.

♪ Twenty-one, seven, twelve, eleven ♪

♪ Six, fifteen

- There you are.

Thank you.

- Good luck, Holly. - Thanks, Vijay.

Oh, uh, happy Leon.

- What?

Ugh...

Noel!

- ♪ Deck the halls with boughs of holly ♪

♪ Fa la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ 'Tis the season...

- It'll burn. - No, no, no, melt, melt, melt.

Ahhh. Points. - No.

- Good night, boys. - Good night, guys.

- That might melt. - Probably explode.

- You said nothing would explode.

- I'm kidding.

- Oh! - Jeez.

- I can't believe you got her this.

- It was her birthday. She, she...

needed something to put her jewellery in.

Definitely burn.

- You know, burning all the stuff you gave her is

not gonna take the sting out of getting dumped, pal.

- Hey, she didn't dump me, OK? She threw me out of the house;

told me never to come back. So I broke up with her.

Melt. - Why don't you just ask her to take you back?

- She doesn't want me back. What am I supposed to do? Beg?

- Well, true. The last thing you want to do is be honest and apologize to a woman.

- That's right. - Especially when they've dumped you for being a slop.

- There's such a thing as a guy's pride.

Melt, burn, or explode? - Burn, and can we not use the word "explode"?

- Why, is your brother around? Why is he on your case?

- You tell me. I guess that's what I get for coming home.

- Look at the bright side: we get to hang together,

like the old days. - Yes, that is bright.

But, uh, I really do think it's time to get your own place.

- I'm working on it, Mikey. I'm in mourning right now.

I'm sensitive.

- Love: it always burns. - Hey,

this might melt.

- Can I help you? - Is it OK if I look around?

- Sure, go ahead.

- Oh, the, um, sign said there's an apartment upstairs?

- Go on up. It's open. - OK. Thank you.

- Might as well stuff these pillows with gasoline.

If you're filing charges, I can radio the police for you.

- Nah. He's my brother. But you...

I should have arrested.

Nice work, college boy.

Dad would be so proud.

You idiot!

You burned off your eyelashes.

This the Green Flash's brother, the Green Bean.

And look, he's bald! Tony, Rose, it works!

- What sort is this? Look. That was a great idea, buddy.

- Hi! - Mom, we're making

Christmas decorations. - Mmm! Let me see.

Oh, that's so interesting! - Tony helped me get the lights

in the Green Flash, and in his power ring too. See?

- Yeah, I see. That's really cool!

Thank you both for watching him. - Hey, when else

would I get a chance to make a Christmas hotrod?

- I see it has your special touch.

- Look, the Christmas lights are headlights.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Tony, you want to go get some cookies?

- I'd love to get some cookies.

- So? How'd it go?

- Oh, the interview for the waitress job went great;

the hostess job, not so great.

Um, but I've got another lead.

- I hate to see your talent wasted serving someone else's food.

- Oh, speaking of which, I found the most

perfect apartment over on College Avenue.

It's right on the second floor above an empty commercial space.

I was thinking it would be so amazing to have my café downstairs,

and Max and I living upstairs. - Christmas is the time for dreaming.

- I guess it is a dream, isn't it?

- I didn't mean it like that. - Mmm...

Hello. You, go get ready for your sleepover.

- These cookies are great.

- Oh, good. - You and Max can stay here as long as you need.

- Thank you, Tony, but here I am cooking for you

because I can't pay the rent.

What kind of role model is that for Max?

- You're showing him life doesn't always work out exactly

as you want, but you don't stop trying to make it better.

- I don't know what we'd do without the two of you.

How about some Sicilian soup with four-cheese focaccia for dinner?

- You don't have to cook tonight. I'll cook.

- I'm not sure I can handle that. I'll cook. - I'll cook. A deal's a deal.

Besides, I've got a great new dessert recipe that'll put you right in the Christmas spirit.

- Is something wrong?

- Nothing at all. Other than the fact

that Max evidently told his Scout leader

that his dad would take him to the Christmas Eve Pinewood Derby.

- I thought his father hadn't been in touch for years. - Exactly.

Hey. - Hey, Mom.

This is my derby car. - I like it. I like it.

- This is what it's gonna look like. - Oh, cool! But, um...

but listen, I want to just ask you

what... what is this?

"Dear Mr. Ceroni, we're happy you and Max are entering

the Pinewood Derby on Christmas Eve."

Why did you say that your dad would be coming?

- It's a dads-and-sons derby. I can't go unless he comes.

- What made you think that he was gonna

show up now? - Because maybe he will.

Maybe he'll come back for Christmas.

- I'm so sorry, honey, but that's just...

that's not gonna happen. I just think maybe he's just really,

really busy. - You don't know that.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

- Max...

Um, did you finish packing for Ben's?

What's wrong? - Last time I went to Ben's,

his dad asked me what my dad did.

- And what did you say? - That he's an astronaut.

- OK, I like that.

Or, the next time someone asks you what your dad does, you could say he's

a magician...he's got a great disappearing act.

- That's a good one. - Right?

All right, let's go. You're gonna have fun tonight.

OK? All right, I'll help you pack.

One little fire,

and the insurance company ups our premiums by 50 grand?

- We're lucky they didn't cancel us.

And they want it up front. You got 50 grand? I don't.

We might have had it if you didn't burn down the house.

- I'm sorry. - Dad didn't hand me the company so I could run it to the ground.

What am I gonna tell him? - Look, why don't you just

let me try and bring him some outside business?

- Oh, please. Don't give me that green crap right now... - It's not crap, Bob!

It's the future. It's a pre-fab modular kit will all recycled materials.

- We build houses out of wood and nails.

That's what we've always done. It was good enough

for Dad and Gramps. It's good enough for us.

- I'm just saying, people are looking for other options.

- People are looking for someone to build their homes, not burn them down!

- Are you catching a cold?

- I think so. - Try these.

It's homeopathic. Just put a few under your tongue and let them dissolve.

- I should fire you and your dufus friend.

But I need the manpower, so I'm just gonna fire Joe.

- You can't fire Joe!

Come on. You know he's going through a rough time. - When isn't he?

- Fine, I'll take care of Joe, all right? And we'll get the house back on track

by Christmas. - And the 50 grand? - I don't know, Bob!

I don't know. I'll think of something.

- And don't break your neck, 'cause the insurance won't cover it.

- Don't worry! I'll be sure to break my neck off-site! - Shut the door!

- Oh... I'm sorry.

- Hi, Katie! - Hi, sweetie!

- Hi!

- Two glasses of white wine? - Mm-hmm.

- Ah, those guys look like fun.

- No. Not for me. Not now.

- I know, I know. Can't trust 'em,

can't count on 'em. Who needs 'em?

- Don't forget can't afford 'em. Max is the only guy in my life I need.

- OK, I got it: no man. - No, I'm just saying, right now I need to just

get my life back on track. I need to stay focused,

and men just complicate things.

Oh, you know what I got today? - No, what?

- A "Mr. Ceroni" letter.

- Well, that must have made you feel feminine.

- It was from the Boy Scouts.

Some sensitive jerk decided to have a father-son Christmas party.

What about the boys who don't have a father?

- You didn't show it to Max, did you?

- Oh, Max was the one who told them

his dad would love to come. That's why they sent the letter.

- What have you told him? - About his dad? - Yeah.

- That he moved when he was a baby; he had an important job far away.

- Well, he's old enough now to hear the whole story so he doesn't romanticize it.

- What am I supposed to say? "Your dad was a liar

and a thief, and cleaned out our bank account,

took the car, split, never to be heard from again"?

- OK, maybe not in those words.

Well, if it'll cheer you up, I think you got

the hostess job at Marzano. They're calling you tomorrow!

- Seriously? - Yes!

You're the best. I...

I don't know what I'd do without you.

- Hey, let's grab a table. - OK.

Who knew pillows would explode?

Yeah, I've never seen Bob so angry.

- You should have let him fire me.

- Yeah, well, if we don't get the house back on track

by Christmas, he'll fire us both.

- You should call your dad. Isn't he still the Big Kahuna?

- No, he's retired. Plus, he hasn't returned my calls

in six months. Otherwise, it's a great idea. - What?

- Come on, eat your fries and let's get out of here. - I'm all over it.

- Hi, Mike. - Hey.

- This always helps me when I have a cold.

Tonic water with fresh orange juice. - Thank you, Jenn.

- Bye. - Bye.

- How do you do that?

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- Hey, you OK, man?

- Oh, I think I took too many of Kelly's pills.

Phew...

- Hey, Mike, you OK, man?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just not feeling right, man.

I feel dizzy.

Let's just get home, man.

- I paid those tickets! That's unbelievable!

Argh!

Phew...

I don't feel good at all, man.

Phew...

Phew...

- I'm on it, Mikey. We'll get you home

right now.

Let's go.

- Whose car is this, man? - It's a loaner.

I'll take you home and put her right back.

Take it nice and easy. We'll be home in a flash.

- Don't you like that? - It was... it was inventive.

I'm serious!

If you think... W-wait a minute.

My car... was right here. Right here.

- Well, it's not here now. - No, I parked it right here.

My keys... my keys are gone.

- I'm thinking they're with your car.

- Somebody stole my car.

They stole my frickin' car!

All right, we've got all the information.

We'll call you if we hear anything.

- Just try to get some sleep, OK?

- I will.

- We won! Mom, we won! We won! - No, no, not too much. Shh, shh, shh.

You're gonna wake Rose and Tony. What? What?

- Twenty-one, seven, twelve, eleven, six, fifteen!

- What? Let me see. Twenty-one...

Oh, my God! We won!

- We're zillionaires! - We won the lottery!

No one wins the lottery! - But we did!

- We did! Yes!

- Where's the ticket?

- The ticket...

is in my car.

Joe.

Hey.

Wake up! Whose car is that outside?

- Oh, yeah. I sort of borrowed it.

- What do you mean, you sort of borrowed it?

- Well, I meant to take it back. I must have fallen asleep.

You don't think someone called the cops, do you?

- Of course they phoned the police!

You stole a car!

Aw...

OK, you're gonna take it back.

Right now. - It's light out. Someone will see me.

- I don't care! It's a stolen car. - We'll stick it in the garage

for a few days. I heard cops only look for stolen cars for, like, 48 hours,

and then they give up. - We're not keeping the car

for 48 hours. We're not keeping the car for 48 minutes.

Pick up your stuff!

- This is Devon Hart. I'm outside the lottery office,

where the state of Michigan is making Christmas extra special

for four people this season. Each week until Christmas Eve,

one lucky person will win a million dollars

in the Christmas lottery, which kicked off this week.

Will you become a Michigan millionaire?

- But I've played the same numbers for four years!

- She buys them from my store. I get one percent of the payout.

- It's possible someone else is playing those numbers.

- OK, but what are the chances that someone else kisses the front of every ticket?

- And wears Romantic Rose lipstick?

It's not even a remotely attractive colour.

I don't even know why I wear it. - No, no, I like it on you. - You do?

- I'm sorry, but without the ticket

you can't collect. - But what am I supposed to do?

- Find the ticket.

By Christmas Eve, midnight.

- You want a story? I've got a story for you.

My car was stolen with a winning lottery ticket in it.

- Really? - Holly, what are you doing? - My car could be in a chop shop

by now. - But think this through. - If we let the world know

about it, then whoever's got my car won't be able to cash my ticket.

- How could you lose the car keys? - Uh, have we met?

- I wish we hadn't.

- This is the ultimate good news/bad news story.

Meet Holly Ceroni: single mom, personal gourmet chef.

- I'm not...I'm not working as a chef right now.

I hope to open my own café...

- She's a chef at Marzano, with plans to open her own café.

Holly's car was stolen

last night outside Bo Ding's Bar and Grill,

but the thieves got more than they bargained for,

because there's a winning lottery ticket inside the car...

a ticket worth $1 million. - The ticket was bought

at Vijay's Mini-Mart on Winston Street.

- You must be devastated. - Devastated?

I feel like my guts have been ripped out and put through a meat grinder.

- I can't believe this. J...

It's a '91 silver Volvo...

- Joe! Joe! - HV5...

- Joe? Whatcha doin'?

- I found it! We're rich!

- Put the ticket down. It's going back with the car.

- Why would we give the ticket back? - Uh... because it's not ours.

- Well, technically it is... that whole "possession is

nine-tenths of the law" thing. - Yeah, the law, right?

We've already burnt down a house and stolen a car. All right, why not add robbery

and fraud to the list of charges? At this rate,

we're gonna be on death row by the end of next week. - Come on, Mikey!

We're talking about $1 million here. - But it's not ours.

I mean, you heard the TV... she's a single mom.

- She's a chef! They make a tonne of money!

She's probably got her own show on The Food Network.

- She drives a '91 Volvo. - Rich people do that...

makes them feel like us little people.

OK, think about it: this money could pay off the insurance;

it'll keep the family business afloat. Think of you dad.

You'd be a hero.

Not to mention we could totally use a 55" flat screen TV.

Did you hear anything I said?

- Yes, I heard, and I'm not stealing somebody else's money.

Now, get in the car, you drive, I'll follow.

- Whoa, cool car!

- One hundred percent Detroit muscle.

Remember now, ease the clutch in

and let it out slowly. - Oh.

- This isn't a Swedish car; it's American.

- Thank you, Tony. - Yeah, just don't wreck it.

Mm-hmm.

- Are you sure you know how to drive this car?

- Yes, I'm sure I know how to drive this car.

Oh...

Well, I think we need somebody to keep us safe.

- Um, I think that's one too many superheroes for one car.

- It's a big car. - OK, well,

can't we just pick one? - But if we're driving to the water, I need Surf Man.

And if we run off a cliff, I need the Silver Hook.

And if we get buried in a landslide, I need Captain Courage.

- OK, OK, I get it. How about we change every day?

Like, Silver Hook on Mondays, Surf Man

on Tuesdays. Like that? - OK, but we should keep the others in the glove box.

Just in case. - OK.

Ready? Here we go.

Oh.

All right, now, remember, don't tell anyone about the lottery ticket...not even your teacher.

- But you blabbed it all over TV!

- I know, and now I'm thinking it wasn't such a good idea.

- Tony said this if we get the money, all kinds of weirdos will

come out of the woodwork. - That might be an exaggeration.

- "Money-grubbing freeloaders!" That's what Tony calls them.

- All right, come on. I don't want you to be late.

You got it? And here's your lunch.

Here you go.

You OK, sweetie? - Yeah. See ya.

- OK, I love you. - You too.

- Stay safe. - Stay safe.

- Hm.

Hey!

- I got a message for Devon Hart...

Yeah, the newscaster.

Tell her we spotted the dame's car...

Yeah, the one who lost the lottery ticket.

It's at 3rd and Talbent.

"Dame"?

- I didn't want her to recognize me.

- That's brilliant. Brilliant. Come on, let's go. We're gonna be late for work.

- Maybe we should take... this home first.

- What is wrong with you?

- I just want a bigger TV.

- I ought to call the cops on you myself.

- Whoa. - I'm bringing the ticket back.

- Why don't we just put it back in the car?

- No, I'm giving it to her myself.

- No, Mikey! - What's the name of the restaurant she owned?

- Thank you so much. I hope you enjoyed the food.

Good night.

- Hey, sweetheart. I saw you on the news.

You're a real celebrity, aren't you?

- Excuse me? - Listen, if there's two things

I know, it's money and the ladies.

I could, for a reasonable fee, protect you from the jerks

that will be swarming around you. - You mean the jerks

that are swarming around me right now?

- Hey, I'm just... - How dare you come to my place of business

and try to con me out of my own money!

I should just call the police. Yeah, go! Go, you cockroach!

Can you believe that? That's the fourth guy

who saw the news and came sniffing around here

for the lottery money. What did I tell you about men?

A bunch of lying cheats. I'm sick of all of them.

I could see the tan line where he had taken off his wedding ring.

- We're good here.

Why don't you go home and hide? - Yeah?

- Yeah. - I'll see you soon.

- Can I help you? - Uh, actually no. I'm not hungry. Thank you.

- Hi, Mom! - Hi, sweetie. Oh!

Oooh! Mmm!

- She was scary. Man, she was seriously scary the way she treated that guy.

Beautiful, but scary. - Sounds like a real man hater.

- I couldn't do it. I mean, I knew if I gave her the ticket back,

she'd call the cops right there. - So, you kept the ticket?

- I followed her. I don't even know why.

She was driving a classic Camaro, though.

- I knew it. She's got money. She's a chef. She's got a food empire!

- She did pull over into a nice house in Plymouth.

- I'm thinking maybe she doesn't need the money at all?

- Yeah, well, I'm thinking the ticket's hers, whether she needs the money or not.

- No, no, no, no, no. You're not thinking clearly.

Do you want to watch your family business go under?

Do nothing as 40 years of Ronowski and Sons gets wiped off the face of the earth?

- Look, I just want to give the ticket back, but I don't want to go to jail for it.

- OK, wait, wait, wait, wait. I... I just got an idea.

We don't have to give her the ticket.

There's a way to do this so everybody wins.

- 70-25, code check, 105 northbound, Route 52.

- Is this your car? - Yes.

It's not here!

My ticket! - Excuse me? - They took my lottery ticket!

- It's OK.

So, when people lose something valuable,

what do they do? Offer a reward, right?

- She didn't lose it; we stole it.

- OK, well, just, just put that aside for a sec.

Hey, she got her car back, didn't she? And she'll get her ticket back.

All she's gotta do is put up a small reward...say,

60 grand...just enough to cover the insurance and a few...

electronic necessities?

- Yeah, and who's gonna convince her to offer this "reward"?

Ah-ha-ha, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Of course, the lowlife was thrilled

to return the car after he found the ticket.

- Well, you've made pretty darned sure

he's not going to be cashing it in.

The manager from the Dandy Diner called here. Did he reach you?

- Yep. He hired me for the breakfast shift:

three mornings a week. - Oh.

- Now if I can just get a couple more dinner shifts at Marzano's

or a catering job...

- It's Christmas, for heaven sake, Holly.

Wonderful things can happen this time of year.

If you let them, your luck will change.

- I don't need luck; I need work.

- You meet her, you do your puppy thing.

- My puppy thing? - Yeah, yeah.

She'll be all over you, man.

Oh, she'll confide in you about losing the ticket.

You know, you suggest a reward, we collect,

you save your family business,

she gets her ticket back. Everyone's happy!

- And then what? I just walk away?

- Or you could marry her, and I live

in the guesthouse.

- This is so wrong.

She's got a kid, Joe.

- Well, fine. The kid can live in the guesthouse.

I'm not fussy.

- Best nachos in town. You enjoy.

- Hey, Vijay. - Hey, Holly!

Don't tell me you want another lottery ticket.

- No, uh, a job. Do you need an extra hand

on the Slurpee machine? - Well, I could use some help

during the holiday rush, but you don't belong here.

You're a chef. - I can be a chef later.

- Well... can you start today?

- Absolutely. Thank you. Thank you, Vijay.

- Happy Leon!

- Phew! It's a no-brainer, Mikey.

- That's an understatement.

How would I even meet her?

- Well, you saw the ice skates in her car, right?

- Why, you want to steal those too?

- There was a flyer in the back seat...

grammar school hockey flyer. - And?

- The kid plays hockey; you play hockey.

They're at the rink; you're at the rink.

He shoots; he scores; crowd goes wild. Done deal.

- I can't even believe I'm considering this.

- High five!

It's bad luck to keep a guy hanging.

- Everything go OK at school today? - Yeah.

- Yeah? What about that kid that shoved you?

- Nobody shoved me. - Want me to call the principal?

- No. - His parents?

- Nope. - You go have fun. Stay safe!

- Stay safe.

- Attention patrons, attention patrons: free skate is now over.

The ice is reserved for league hockey only.

Senior and junior league hockey only.

Free skate will resume in two hours. Thank you.

- Try it.

Nice, nice, nice, nice.

Like this.

Through and around. Go.

Yeah!

Like this.

Ready? Through, around.

Got it? Ready? Puh-puh-puh-puh, through.

Got it? Go.

Yeah!

There you go. There you go.

OK, here, you take it.

Keep practicing. I'll be back in a bit.

Oh, that's a lively bunch. Any of them yours?

- Yeah, just one. Uh, #89.

- Ah, yeah, I was just showing him some moves. He's got skills.

He kinda looks like you. I mean, if you were wearing

a helmet and a mouth guard and I couldn't see your face.

- Yeah, I get that a lot.

- I'm Mike.

So, uh, do you skate? - Yeah.

- Me too. - Hence the skates.

- Right.

OK, well, I'll, uh,

just, uh...

get back to it, then.

Ugh!

- You OK, mister? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Well, that was fun, huh? We should do it again sometime

when I've regained the feeling in my legs.

- We'll see. Oh, this is us.

- Ahhh. Well, actually, uh, you know, I'm here Saturday

with my team if you guys wanna pop by. - You're on a hockey team?

- Yeah, well, not really... just a bunch of old guys

trying to relive their glory days.

- Well, um, thanks for being so nice to Max.

- My pleasure. Uh...

Well, uh, I hope to see you guys again soon.

Um...

- Holly. - Holly.

All right, I'll see you later, buddy. - See ya.

- Goodbye.

- I think Max has been getting bullied.

- What? - Yeah, it's awful.

I'm not sure whether to step in or just let him handle it himself.

If Max had a father, like the other boys in the troupe,

then at least I'd have someone who could help me deal with things.

- You're not thinking of trying to find his dad, are you?

- Oh, I'm desperate, but I'm not stupid.

- OK, good. - Although, I have to admit,

sometimes I do wish he had an adult male in his life.

- It'd be nicer if both of you had one.

- I did meet a cute guy at the ice rink.

- What?! And you waited till now to tell me about it? Details immediately!

- Um, well, he asked me and Max to come watch him play hockey on Saturday.

- And you're going, right? - I don't know.

- Not every guy is out to break your heart, Holly.

- No, they're just after my non-existent lottery ticket.

- But this guy doesn't know about your ticket, does he? - No, no. I don't think so.

- Well, then, go to the rink. What have you got to lose?

- I don't want to look like I'm chasing him. - Oh, no it won't.

It'll look like Max wants to skate.

Game over!

- Woo!

- Ow-Weee!

- Mikey. - Yeah.

- Is that her?

Wow, that didn't take you very long.

- It's not like that, Joe. - What's it like?

- Look, she's a nice girl with a nice kid, and I'm starting to feel like a loser.

- Attention, patrons: it's free-skate time

at the Plymouth Arena. - Hey, you guys made it.

- Yeah, well, we wanted to make sure you regained the use of your legs.

- Nice pass, Mike. - Thanks, pal.

- Go have fun. - Have fun!

"Dear diary, I'm being forced to have trivial conversation with a complete stranger."

- This is a recipe book. I'm a chef.

- A chef! Well, that's great. I love to eat.

- You're not a food critic, are you?

- No. I'm in the family biz... Ronowski and Sons Construction.

- Catchy. What do you build? - Ah, you know, just standard

stuff...wood-frame traditional houses, that sort of thing.

- Hm. - Look... I know

that we just met, but would you guys like to go out to dinner tonight?

I mean, nothing fancy. Just, if you're a foodie,

you'll love this place; it's got the best pizza in town.

- We'd love to, right, Mom? - Yeah, we'd love to, right, Mom?

- Um... I guess, yes. We can do that.

- Great. I'll pick you guys up. Uh...

Six-thirty?

- Six-thirty. - Don't you want our address?

- Yes, I do. - This helps, right?

See you then.

- Got it. Nice move, Michael.

- ♪ And Christmas is going...

- Hi. Uh, I'm Mike. - Rose. Come on in.

Max and Holly will be right down.

- Wow, this place is beautiful.

You don't see too much of this anymore.

Look at these wood built-ins; they're gorgeous!

How long has Holly owned the place?

- Oh, Holly doesn't own it; my husband and I do.

Nearly 40 years now. - Oh.

- Holly's the best tenant we've ever had, though. Have you tried

her cooking? - I can't say I have.

- Hey, Mike. - Hey.

- My mom's upstairs trying to make herself look pretty.

- Well, she shouldn't have too much trouble doing that.

- Hey, you want to see my tent? - Uh, yeah, sure. Sure.

Uh, nice to meet you, Rose. - You too.

- This is my tent. It has a whole bunch

of action figures in it. - Oh, hi. - Hi.

- Sorry. Uh, I thought this was Max's cave.

- Uh, we share the cave.

- You guys live up here?

- Um, well, why use the house downstairs when you can have an attic like this?

You guys ready to go? - Yeah,

yeah. - Pizza!

- After you. - Oh. All right.

- But Silver Hawk can kick Surf Man's butt any day.

I mean, yeah, Surf Man can stay underwater forever,

but then the Surf Man could just swoop down, catch him in his death claws, and then...

- OK, OK, OK, but what about Captain Courage and Surf Man?

I mean, I say Surf Man totally wins that.

- Um, sweetie, you have pizza sauce all over your face.

You want to go grab some napkins?

- Yeah, Surf Man wins. Totally.

- Totally.

- You have a friend for life; you know that, right? - I could use one of those.

So, a chef, huh? At your own restaurant?

- I wish. Uh...

it's been a bit rough lately, so I'm back to waitressing.

- Oh. - But my dream is to own

my own café. I have the most amazing

Sicilian recipes from my mother.

She passed a few years ago.

Whenever she would cook, you couldn't help but feel happy.

- That sounds great. Whenever my mom cooked, you couldn't help but feel sick.

- I found the most perfect building.

You're a builder. Can I show you this place?

- Yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I know that spot.

It's got the tree growing in the middle of it.

Right over on College Avenue. Yeah, that would make

a terrific spot for a café.

- Plus, there's an apartment upstairs.

I just hope it's still available

by the time I get the down payment together.

Well?

- Well, what?

- Well, I told you my dream. Now you have to tell me yours.

- My dream? Wow. Uh... I haven't really had

that much time for dreaming. - How come?

- Well, I went away to grad school instead of staying in the family business.

I always wanted to be an architect.

So I got my degree, moved to Chicago

to start my own business,

but, before I could get it off the ground,

My father had some health problems, and he had to retire last year,

so my brother needed some backup.

I came home to help out.

- Ah. The good son.

- Mmm... I'm not so sure my brother would agree with you.

What kind of architecture?

- Sustainable building...I got really, really jazzed about it.

It's creating new houses with all all-green strategies. - Oh, that sounds great.

- Yeah.

- So, why not use your ideas in the family business?

- Well, my brother believes in doing everything

the old-fashioned way. He thinks if we change

anything, it's going to offend our old man.

- Well, don't let his fears hold you back.

When your family needed you,

you came home, you did the right thing.

It doesn't mean you have to put your dreams on hold.

- You are something, Holly Ceroni.

- I certainly hope so.

- Mike's gonna help me with the derby car, right?

- Oh, uh, no, sweetie,

I don't think he has time for that.

- Ah, ah, ah, are we talking the Pinewood Derby here?

- Yeah. - Yeah, I won it one Christmas.

- You won it? - Yeah, totally.

No, I would love to. I mean, if it's OK with your mom.

- Uh... uh, you don't have to do this.

- No, I want to. And I want to get this.

My treat. - Thank you.

Hey, hang on a sec.

- I thought your mom already had a job as a waitress.

- She's got three jobs.

- Oh. She sounds like a really hard worker.

- She's always working.

- You've got a great kid, Holly. - Mmm, yeah.

- Well, I should, uh, I should get going.

- Stay for a moment.

Have you ever seen the Christmas lights over on Roosevelt Street?

- Mm.

- I've always wanted to do something big like that

for Max...just cover the whole yard with lights, show him how much he's loved.

- I think he already knows.

I should really go.

- You know, I want to ask your advice about something.

Um, can I trust you?

- Yeah, I think so.

- I won the lottery.

Um...

And...

my ticket was in my car,

which was stolen,

and the creep that took it is still hanging on to it

even though he knows he can't cash it in.

- That's awful, Holly.

- I try not to think about it,

but the ticket has to be cashed in Christmas Eve.

That money would get us that café, our own place...

What do you think I should do?

- About what? - The ticket.

Should I offer a reward?

- I think, um...

I think you should not give up.

It's Christmas, right? I think that you should trust

that this creep will realize he made a terrible mistake and return it.

- Thank you. That...

actually makes me feel better.

- I'm sorry, I gotta go.

- Hey, how'd it go?

Whatcha doin'?

Talk to me, Mikey. What's going on?

- It's over, Joe. I'm sending the ticket back.

- What happened?

- She doesn't live in a fancy house;

she rents in an attic, and she works three jobs.

And I really like her, man.

God, I feel like the Grinch who stole Christmas.

- Wait, Mikey!

She's about to be a millionaire, she likes you,

and I want that TV! - Get off me.

- You could save the family business. You could be a hero for once.

- I don't want to be a hero!

- You're gonna lose her anyway.

When she finds out, she'll hate you.

- Don't even try and go after it.

For once in my life, I'm gonna do the right thing.

- Eight o'clock. See you then. Bye.

OK, how was it?

- Started good,

ended in disaster.

One minute he was about to kiss me,

and the next he went running off like I punched him in the stomach.

- But you didn't punch him?

- No, no. I told him about the lottery ticket.

- And he ran away?

- Mm-hmm. I open up with someone, and this is what happens.

I have no luck, especially with men.

- But you liked him.

- Yeah, I'll get over it.

I always do. - Whoa.

You've got some serious trust issues, sweetie.

He might be working through something that has nothing to do with you. You should call him.

Find out what's going on! - No, I... I can't call him.

Unfortunately, he told Max that he'd help him build

a derby car. - Oh, well, then you have the perfect excuse: Max!

Poor, sweet Max waiting with his unfinished derby car.

Just call him.

- You think?

- I do.

- So, you walked when we could have closed the deal?

- It's not like that, Joe. - Ugh...

What happened to my Mikey?

The one I've looked up to ever since Mr. Dow's 4th grade

science class when you kissed Suzy Markham

in the greenhouse. Hey, I just had

a thought: that's probably what got you started

on greenhouse development.

- Hi, guys. Wow,

it's really coming along nicely. - You must be pulling in

some heavy overtime. Good thing you're not on the clock.

- I told you we'd get this thing back on track, and we did.

- I'm not sure it's gonna matter. I can't come up with the 50 grand.

I thought we had another job, but I got outbid.

- Wait, Bob, Bob, Bob. What about my eco-housing plans?

I mean, they could help. - No.

Enough of that green garbage.

- Hey, hey, cut him some slack. - Cut HIM some slack?

- I'm gonna tell you something, and if you tell your brother,

I'll murder you.

Your dad hoped that you would

take over the business. - No, Bob said that Dad

wanted him to do it. - I know. It's just the way

he dealt with it when he found out. He was jealous.

- Why didn't he say anything? I mean, Dad didn't even

return any of my calls. - He felt rejected

when you left the business for grad school.

- And why are you telling me this now?

- So you understand. Your dad was too stubborn to admit when he made a mistake.

Your brother seems to have inherited that gene.

Bob needs you.

He just doesn't have a very good way of showing it.

You can turn him around.

Hey, it's Christmas.

Stranger things have happened. - Yeah, well, it's hard

to turn him around when he won't even listen to me.

See ya.

- "Dad Wishes.

"Wished on a falling star.

"Wished on a lucky penny.

"Wished on a ladybug.

Wished Dad comes home for the derby."

- Hi, this is Mike. Please leave a message.

Hi, Mike. Um...

This is Holly.

I, uh, I don't know why you ran off the other night,

but, um... you know, you... you promised Max

to help him with his car, so please don't run out on him.

Um, OK, well, call me.

End of messages.

- Hi. - Hi. I, uh,

I brought some supplies to help Max with his derby car.

- Come on in. - Thanks.

- Actually, Max is out at a Scout meeting.

- Oh.

- Listen, I am so sorry about the message I left you.

Max has just been going through a really tough time...

- Look, I... No, no, no. I told Max that I would help him, and I will.

And, look, I'm the one who should apologize.

You must think I'm crazy the way I took off the other night.

The thing is is that I like you,

and I like Max. I just... I just wish we could start over again.

- Are you hungry?

Because I've got some food on the stove.

Follow me.

- Smells great!

Have you been getting all your mail here lately?

- Um... yeah, I think so. Why?

- Some of us at work are having trouble with our mail delivery.

- Oh, well, it's Christmas.

Huh, it's a wonder we get any mail at all.

- Isn't that true.

This so beats chilli fries. - I hope so.

Seriously, this is delicious. What is this?

- Uh, it's cassateddis;

they're turnovers filled with ricotta.

- Mmm! These are great. Oh, hey.

- Yeah? - So, I stopped by

your dream building on College Ave. the other day.

- Yeah? - And I sketched out some floor plans for you.

- What? - Here, here, just take a look.

- That is amazing.

- It'll have an open concept,

and I can do it all with recycled materials.

- OK, has anyone ever

seen your designs?

- Nah, I've been a little distracted.

- You need to create a website.

I think people will be blown away by what you do.

Thank you. I just hope I get to use 'em.

- You will.

- Excuse me.

Hi. Sweetie?

- He said he felt sick, but...

I'm pretty sure it's because of this new kid, Jackson,

who joined the troupe. - Sandy-haired?

Bad attitude? - Big time.

- Thank you, Marcy. - No problem.

- Mmm! I'll see you soon. - OK.

- Uh... I'd better get this.

- Yeah. Would you, uh, would you mind if I gave it a shot?

You know, just a little man-to-man stuff.

- Um... yeah,

by all means. Go for it.

- Great. I'll be back in a sec. - OK.

Good luck.

- Max?

How you doin', bud?

I hear that new kid in your troupe's a bit of a jerk.

You know, my brother used to pick on me when we were kids.

He was a REAL jerk.

It didn't help to fight back, either, because he was bigger than I was.

But then one day

my mom told me the funniest thing.

She said that I should kill him with kindness...

you know, just keep being nice to him

and pretend he didn't get to me.

- Is your brother still a jerk?

- Yep, sometimes.

Hey, you know who "Old" McDonald is, right?

- Yeah, he's a Hall of Famer for the Red Wings. Why?

- Well, they're doing a Christmas charity event

this weekend, and he's doing a card signing.

How about if I take you and a couple of your buddies? - Awesome!

- You know, maybe you could even ask that Jackson kid. - Why would I ask him?

- So you can kill him with kindness.

- And what if that doesn't work? - Well, then we go to Plan B.

- Cool. Hey, guess what?

I'm asking Santa for the Batmobile.

It's radio-controlled, and the best part is...

it shoots little pellets. Sweet, huh?

- Very sweet.

- Good night, Mike.

- Good night, Max. Hey, sleep tight, buddy.

We'll work on the car tomorrow, OK?

- All right.

- Hey.

- There have been a few people I've wanted to kill,

but never with kindness. Thank you.

- No problem.

- So, what's Plan B?

- You beat the snot out of the bully.

Holly...

Listen, I want to tell you something.

- Oh! Are we interrupting?

- No. Ha-ha. - Nope, not at all. Uh...

Actually I have to go. - OK.

- Um... But I'll call you tomorrow about Max's car? - Yeah, yeah.

- Great. Good night. - Good night.

- Good night, Rose. Good night, Tony.

- You really like him. - I do! A lot!

- Hey, what's up?

- It's almost Christmas. It's supposed to be snowing.

- It's only the 18th; we still have a week.

Just hold that wish, OK?

If we get lucky enough, it'll snow on Christmas Eve.

Snow for Christmas.

Snow for Christmas... - When you're done,

can you go grab the mail for me? Thank you.

- OK. Snow for Christmas...

Stupid rain.

- Wake up! Hey, you didn't break into that mailbox, did ya?

- Huh? What? - She didn't get the ticket back yet.

- No worries; she's got till Christmas.

- Yeah, a week.

- ♪ Good King Wenceslas looked out ♪

♪ On the feast of Stephen

- So, did your mom get any, uh, special Christmas cards or anything?

- No, I don't think so. - Max.

This totally rocks! - Hey, Jackson.

- So, do you want to come sleep over tonight?

I'm asking Ben too. - Maybe.

- Cool.

- I'm killing him with kindness, and he doesn't even have a clue! - Right on!

Awesome. Thank you.

Thanks. Thanks very much. - Thank you.

- ♪ "Hither, page, and stand by me ♪

♪ If you know it, telling"

- Come on, come on, bring it. I dare you.

- I see they're getting along.

- Amazing.

- Hey, I'm just glad we didn't have to go to Plan B.

- Oh, yeah.

- You know, if Max is hanging with the bully

tonight, uh... - Mm-hmm?

- How about I cook you dinner? - I thought you said

your cooking made people sick? - Well, that was my mother.

Although she did teach me everything I know.

Is that a yes? - Yeah. Yeah.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Wow, you look pretty. - Oh, thank you.

- It's cold out, huh? - Yeah. Yeah.

Is that your roommate hiding in the bushes?

- Get lost, Joe!

- Bye, Mike! - Sorry about that.

He's an idiot.

And he's a slob. And he destroys everything that he touches.

But we grew up together, and he used to beat up my brother for me.

- I thought you killed your brother with kindness.

- Uh, yeah... Well, that was only 50% of the time.

Thanks.

So, this is the bachelor pad.

- Scary, huh?

Oh, would you, uh, like a glass of wine?

- Yeah. Thanks. Thank you.

Oh, is that your design?

- Yeah. - It's fantastic.

- We shall see.

I've been working on it forever.

I, uh, put up the website last night.

- Can I see it? - Yeah. Absolutely. Here.

- Wow.

- These are the solar panels. And then...

these are the reusable generators.

Right there. And all the building products are, of course, recycled.

And... we even use old Styrofoam

for the wood.

- It's amazing.

- Oh, hey. It looks like I've got

A couple of hits.

- To your dreams.

So, are you hungry?

- I'm starving.

It smells really good.

- Well, it's an old family recipe.

Your appetizer, ma'am.

- Oh-ho-ho!

Old family recipe, huh?

I could swear this is from Marzano's.

- Well, I didn't say it was my family.

- I want to thank you,

um, for being so sweet to Max

and me. I just...

- Holly. Holly.

I j... I...

Let me just get that.

- OK.

How about some music? - Yeah, yeah, sure. Pick something out.

- You know, you could use a bigger TV.

- So I've heard.

Holly?

Holly?

Hey, you OK?

Holly?

- You stole my car, you stole my lottery ticket,

and you've been lying to me since we met.

- Listen, I can explain.

I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you, and...

Look, please, just hear me out.

Joe's car had a boot on it, and he found your keys on the ground,

and borrowed your car to drive me home because I was sick.

I didn't even realize I was in somebody else's car until I woke up.

Holly, I was an idiot who listened to another idiot.

- Just, just give me the ticket.

- I don't have it.

- What?

- I mailed it back to you a week ago.

- You mailed it? You mailed it to me?!

- In a Christmas card. - Are you insane?

This is the US mail! I could get it next summer!

- Look, I'm sorry, Holly. I... - No, stay away from me

and my son. - OK, look, it wasn't the smartest move, but at least

I sent it back! - If you sent it, why didn't I receive it?

Oh, my God! - OK, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Maybe your landlords found it and they took it in and they thought it was junk mail?

Look, I'll go through your trash.

- Just stay away from us!

- Are you sad?

- Yeah, I am a little.

I'm afraid we were wrong about Mike.

- We're not wrong. He likes you. I know it.

- It's a little more complicated than that.

- No, it's not.

There's still a little bit of time before Christmas.

The ticket'll get here. You'll see.

- Hey, it's Mike again.

Look, I still want to help Max finish his car.

I mean, you don't even have to be there, OK?

All right, good bye.

- That was him, wasn't it?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I just... I can't even...

I trusted him.

Just like you said, I tried.

And then...

Then I find out that Max has been...

writing letters to himself,

hoping that his father comes home for Christmas.

My life is a disaster.

- Look,

you can't avoid it any longer.

You've got to talk to Max about his father.

- What do I say?

- Tell him the truth.

So both of you can move on.

- I don't want to break his heart.

- I know, sweetie. I know.

- Holly, hi, it's me again.

Please call me back. I am so sorry. I don't...

I don't what else to say, Holly.

- This one, definitely!

- Oh, that's a little big. - How about this one?

- We need it under three feet. - Hey, look, it's a penny!

That's supposed to be lucky, right? - Yeah, I guess.

- I hope Mike comes over tonight. He's supposed

to help me with the car. The derby's in two days.

- Honey, I told you Mike isn't coming over anymore.

- Then maybe Dad will come over. - No, he won't.

- But he might. - Max, stop it! OK?

I told you that your dad is not coming back anymore,

so just stop talking about it.

Max!

Max! - ♪ Fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la

Max?

Max, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have yelled.

I remember the first time I saw your dad.

He was at the pool over on Hill Street.

And... everyone was diving off the high board.

But I was afraid, so I would get in line and let everyone else

go ahead of me.

Until this handsome guy with a big smile...

just like yours...

came up in line, and I told him he could go ahead of me,

but he said, "Nope",

and he just sat right down next to me

and talked with me until I finally

dove in.

He did a nice thing.

And then I fell in love with him.

But, um...

I can't pretend that...

he stayed nice, because he didn't.

He left us pretty high and dry right after you...

were born, and I don't know where he is.

I know that makes you sad;

it makes me sad too.

But we have each other,

and that is the biggest blessing ever.

And no matter what, I will always,

always love you.

Sweetie, come here.

- First my dad leaves,

and now Mike.

Everything is... it's just stupid.

I know.

I know.

- Two lottery tickets, please. - Why,

so you can pick up your life and tear it into a million

little pieces? - Excuse me?

- The lottery will break your heart. Spend your money

on something else. - She's right.

Buy AA batteries. We're having a super sale.

- Rose?

I'll be... I'll be right there.

- What's wrong?

- Max is missing.

Rose!

Rose!

Any updates? - No, no, I'm sorry.

Tony took the car. He's driving around the neighbourhood.

- Ben's mom called to say that she dropped him off here over an hour ago.

- I didn't see him. His bike's gone.

Max?

- It's Mike.

Max just showed up at the site with his derby car.

- Is he OK? - Yeah, yeah. He's fine.

Listen, I'll bring him home in a bit, OK?

Maybe we could, uh, stay here and finish it up?

- Uh... OK, yeah.

It's fine.

- Yeah, OK. Bye.

- Thank God.

Max, you are in big trouble. - Look, it's done...

- Max, Max... - It's really awesome...

- I see that. Max, look at me. - Look at the wheel bearings...

- Look at me. Don't you ever do that again.

You don't go anywhere without my permission. You got that?

- OK. Mike's taking me to the derby.

- Oh, no, that's not what I said, Max;

I said we'd have to ask your mom first.

- Please, Mom?

- OK, if... Mike has time.

- Yeah, no, absolutely. - Yes!

- OK, go get ready for supper.

- I take it you didn't find the ticket.

- No.

- I don't know what to say.

- I can't believe it.

You actually pulled this off.

So, we're good then, right?

- Yeah, we're good, Joe. But I have to let you go.

- What? Why? - You can't fire him.

- I can't afford him. I can barely afford you.

- Bob, you're not gonna fire anybody. Please. Please, just...

just listen to me for once in your life,

and just don't open your mouth until I'm done.

- OK.

What is that? - That's my website. I built it

to sell my green kits. - Mike, I told you...

- I am getting over a thousand hits, and I've already got three orders.

And whatever I bring in, I'll put back into the company.

- You got three orders? - Yeah, and I've got a supplier lined up,

and a line of credit. - When'd you do all this?

- At school, Bob. I've always been doing it.

I mean, I put this together the other night,

and I also figured out a cost-effective way

to put green into our houses.

- Let me think about it.

- Thanks, man.

- Mike's here! Mike's here! - OK. Have a good time, sweetie.

- Aren't you gonna come? - Um...

this one, this one's for guys only.

- Come on, you gotta come. Please? Please, Mom?

Come on, it's the derby!

♪ Mama Claus said: Santa

♪ Why do you look so down?

♪ Christmas is a-comin' and you've just been poutin' around ♪

♪ What'd you do with the sleigh? Give me a wave ♪

♪ The boys and girls are waiting on Christmas Day ♪

♪ What's the matter with you? Turn that frown around ♪

♪ Go, go! Go, Santa, go, go! ♪

♪ Go, Santa, go, go, go! ♪

♪ Go, Santa, go, go!

♪ Go, Santa, go! ♪ Christmas is a-comin'

♪ So go, Santa, go, go! ♪

- Next year we'll win first place, right, Mike?

- You got it, pal.

- Wait here. I have something for you.

- Thanks for today. It was really nice.

- Yeah, it was.

So, Christmas Eve, huh?

- Yep.

- Look, Holly,

I just want you to know that the feelings I have for your and Max are real.

- This is for you.

- Thanks, pal. - I made it at Scouts.

- Wow! - It's a tepee. Native Americans used to live in it.

- Well, I love it. And it's green, too.

No, it's brown.

- Hey, actually...

I got you a little something too.

Merry Christmas, pal.

- Wow.

- Cool!

- That's the derby car I used to race.

- Thanks!

Merry Christmas, Mike!

- That was sweet.

- I am truly sorry, Holly.

All right,

I won't bother you guys again.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Max?

He isn't here!

- You had a good time tonight, huh?

- I really like Mike.

- I know. Me too.

- But he's perfect for us.

Why can't we keep him?

- How do we trust someone

that lied to us? - But I lie sometimes and you still trust me.

- Max, come here.

Wha...?

Oh, my gosh!

- The lottery ticket!

We won the lottery!

We're getting the Batmobile!

- You found the ticket? - That's great!

- It was stuck on my boot the whole time!

- Oh, what a wonderful Christmas present!

- I knew Mike would come through. Maybe we can keep him now.

- Well, it's great to hear he came through after all.

Hey, you guys should get going. Look, it's almost 10 o'clock!

- Batmobile, million dollars, Batmobile...

- Don't you have to cash that in tonight?

- By midnight.

- You don't look very happy.

- It just doesn't feel like I thought it would.

- I understand.

You can have all the money in the world, Holly;

it doesn't mean anything without love.

He made a mistake.

Who hasn't?

You think you can be married for 40 years with no mistakes?

Go ask Tony if you want a second opinion.

It's Christmas.

Get over it. Go find him.

- You're right.

You're right!

Max, go put on your jacket.

We're gonna go find Mike.

Who's that?

- It's Santa! - Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho.

- Joe? - Yeah, hi.

I'm the idiot who got Mike into this mess.

Um...

He asked me to send you a present.

I figured it was the least I could do to say I'm sorry.

Follow me! Right this way! - Let's go!

- We're coming. - Come on, here we go.

It's right out here. Santa doesn't lie.

- What's going on? - OK, ready? Here we go.

Whoa.

Whoa!! Yeah!

Woo! Woo!

Yeah!

- Yeah! Woo! - Woo!

Well done.

- Yeah! Yeah!

Woo! - Come get a hug.

Ooooh! You love it?

- Yeah. - Thank you so much, Joe.

All right, let's get your truck! We're gonna go get Mike!

We're not cashing the ticket without him.

♪ Silent night

♪ Holy night

- So, who's up for desert?

- ♪ Shepherds quake

♪ At the sight

♪ Glories stream...

- I looked at your website.

And, um...

you may be onto something with that green design stuff.

- Well, I've got two more possible orders.

- I saw.

I'm sorry, Mikey.

- Hey, I'm just, uh, I'm just happy you like 'em.

Let's hope they help, huh? - Come here.

- You guys need a room? - You see?

It's all good.

- Yeah, yeah. - Well, what's the matter?

- I'm sorry, guys. I'm just not

very good company tonight. It was a great dinner.

Thank you so much. Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas. - I'll show you out.

He's at his brother's house for dinner.

- Well, step on it! - I'll get you there!

- Joe! I told you to... - Sorry, we're here for Mike. - He left.

- Where'd he go? - He didn't say.

- Let's go!

- He's not answering.

Mike!

- Mikey, are you there? - Mike!

- It's past 11:30. We should really go to the lottery office.

- Wait, I know where he is.

- Mike! - Holly?

What are you doing here? - We found the lottery ticket!

- You found it? - It was stuck on my boot!

- Guys, that's amazing. - It's gonna close! We gotta go!

- Wait, who's gonna close? - We'd better go collect our Christmas present. Come on!

- I... I paid. - Let's take your truck.

- It's not here. I walked. - We gotta go!

- ♪ The first noel

♪ The angles did say

♪ Was to certain poor shepherds... ♪

- Out of the way! Out of the way! Coming through!

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

Joe, come on!

- Oh, wait.

Come on, buddy!

Hurry!

- It's snowing!

It's snowing! I did it!

- You sure did! - Did what?

- Long story. Oh, hey. I'm so sorry that I didn't trust you.

- Oh, no, no. I was an idiot. - Me too!

And I realized something tonight. - Come on! They're gonna close!

- I don't care about the money... I mean, I care, but...

it's nothing compared to how I feel about you.

- How do you feel about me?

- You're my real Christmas present. I love you.

- I love you too, Holly Ceroni.

- Come on, Mom!

- Ugh! - Ugh!

- Wait, you're not just saying that because I won the lottery, right?

Aw, just kiss me.

- Mom! - Mikey!

Come on! Aw, come on, it's almost 12! Come on!

- OK, OK. We're coming. Let's cash this ticket!

Come on, everybody! Let's go!

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