Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What? -Are they rich? Ginny said they're rich.
-[door opens] -[footsteps approaching]
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
We gotta go to a game.
He must really love you.
Why didn't you want me to tell Mom you're here?
-[Gil sighs] -[door opens]
♪ Hap-Hap-Hap-Happy New Year… ♪
But what do you say, you in?
Now we're gonna go. Which rhymes.
Life's hard, I'm terrible, you're sorry, it's fine.
She's a friend.
Would you like a kiss?
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way ♪
You're making me a joke.
But what you don't know is I'm a sap when it comes to Christmas.
-Hey. -[Joe] Hey.
Okay. [chuckles]
Nope, nope, let's not do that. I've got a lot to do.
-Georgia. -What are you doing here?
Have fun.
See you, buddy.
[clears throat] Um, bathroom. "Hate you." Whatever.
I mean, that's a strategy that always works,
Well, if you have any wishes for Wellsbury, please come say hi to me,
even if you are mad at me.
[Hunter] It says "rustic."
[sighs]
-I'm sorry, Santa's throne? Go back. -Oh.
-[Ginny] What's that? -Oh, Battleship…
and her new relationship.
-No. -[Paul clicks tongue]
-[laughs] -[Gil] There it is!
♪ We wish you a Merry Christmas ♪
-Max. Max! -I'm taking this. Sorry.
before they come over for Christmas Eve dinner.
♪ Joy to the world The Lord is come… ♪
and you're allowed to be upset, but what I will not allow
What did you do?
We're-- Uh, we're gonna go, so…
when I'm being disciplined by Santa in a gingerbread house. Okay?
[breathes deeply]
[tense music plays]
Where are you planning on going to college?
[gasps] It's workin'.
-Cool. So I said that out loud? -[Ginny] You did.
"Hey you, George Jones, you're not good enough."
It's Christmas. I love Christmas.
-With a weapon? With an axe, yes.
She's a teenager,
-Mom, I don't want you to cry. -[crying] I don't understand.
♪ Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪
so I'll spend New Year's out there with them and my sister.
The Mount?
Wow, Dad, I love it!
I'm just here to get Ginny.
Paul just threw a… a big winter carnival
we'd watch Christmas movies, and I'd think,
[crying] My special, miracle baby girl. Why?
[panting]