Welcome to the Chestnut Inn. Where are you joining us from?

You're supposed to be doing it under a spreading chestnut tree.

We used to have chestnuts and sing carols around the tree.

can't find enough chestnuts for a proper St. Crispin's Day goose.

Puts me in a position of having to pull your chestnuts

the brass fittings on the chestnut wardrobes for nickel-plated ones.

Wake up, Dolores.

Do you remember?

We're about to arrive.

May I take your glass?

Now approaching arrival terminal.

Where we're going, she's a two.

You're being an asshole.

No, I am being myself,

which was the whole point of this trip.

Unless this uptight prick is who you really are,

in which case, feel free to be someone else.

Fuck you.

Hey, that's the spirit.

What'd I tell you?