Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full blown, four alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
Clark intercepts Art and Frances with their coats on heading for the door.