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- [whistling "We Wish You
A Merry Christmas"]

- Uh-uh, nope,
not gonna happen.

- Hey.
Dina, is something wrong?

- You know the rules.
No religious crap in the store.

- Religious cr--
Oh, this?

This is just
a winter barn display.

- With a Baby Jesus
and Three Wise Men?

- That is a normal barn baby

and three men
of average intelligence.

No, below average.

No, average.

- Oh, wow.
Well, I feel foolish.

- [scoffs]
It's an honest mistake.

- I can't believe
that I thought

this guy was a wise man.

[laughing] What a stupid,
stupid dummy I am.

- You're not that stupid.

- I mean, I guess if this was
someone from the Bible,

you'd probably be pretty upset
if I did this.

[statue thuds]

- Yeah, I probably would be.
- Probably would be, yeah.

And I-I guess then you'd also
be upset if I did this.

Oh!
[laughs]

His head popped off.
[both laugh]

- It's so much fun
kicking them.

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

- Guess that brings us
to this little gentleman.

- Okay, could you just--

- Born with a simple destiny...

to be punted
across a Cloud 9 store.

- She...could...go...
all...the...way!

- Wait, give me that!
That's Baby Jesus!

That is sweet
little Baby Jesus!

You leave him alone,
you monster!

- They're all dolls, Glenn.

[upbeat music]

*

[bell ringing]

[quirky music]

- Come on, I don't know if
it's a bulb or a stripped wire.

- Glenn, you've been trying

for two months
to solve this problem.

I really don't think
you're gonna crack it

on Christmas Eve.

- My grandmother would kill me
for saying this,

but I just don't get why people

make such a big deal
out of Christmas.

- What?
- I mean, real talk--

Christmas is pretty
disappointing and overhyped.

It's kind of like "Star Wars."
- Whoa!

- You don't like "Star Wars"?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Can we just
one-at-a-time this?

It's not about a day.

It's about looking back

on the year we shared
and celebrating it.

- Yeah, let's celebrate the
year a tornado hit the store.

- My entire apartment
got destroyed.

- I got a really
annoying roommate,

and he won't leave.
- I got a divorce.

- My boyfriend wound up
in a coma.

- I am looking for a place.
- Not looking hard enough.

- It's just a sucky year.
- The doctors aren't sure

if he'll ever even--
- Cheyenne, can I have

the voltage tester, please?
- But I do have to say

I'm looking forward
to next year.

I really feel like it's time
to just start living life.

You know?
Like, I don't know.

I feel like I can get wilder.
- Oh, God.

You're not gonna cut
your hair again, are you?

- No.
I mean, maybe.

I don't know.
I just mean, like...

finally taking those
motorcycle lessons,

or skydiving,
or, like,

maybe I'll get a tattoo.
- [snorts]

[laughter]
- Okay. Okay.

- There's just no way
you're doing any of that.

- I'm serious. I-I'm going to
unleash crazy Amy.

[chuckles]

You guys can call me "Craymie."
- Uh, no, thanks.

- Cray...
- Not doing that.

Amy, Craymie.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right,
well, that was just a idea.

- Feels forced.

* What a bright time,
it's the right time *

* To rock the night away

* Jingle bell--

[bell ringing]

- Oh, dear God,
it's cold out here.

- You're telling me.

- Well, it's, uh,
toasty inside,

and you're not really getting
any foot traffic anyway.

So would you mind
stepping away from the door?

- I'm sorry?
- You keep activating

the automatic doors
and letting the heat out.

Also, the bell ringing--
could you slow it down?

Right now you're at a bell,
two, three, four.

Why don't you try a bell...

two...

three... four?

I only ask you because
it's--it's just so annoying.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Who's a good boy?

- I think I saw the raccoon
feces somewhere around--

Oh! Did someone
leave hot cocoa

in the middle of the store...

with double the amount
of cocoa powder?

It's so Christmas, huh?

- Listen, Glenn, I know
what you're trying to do.

But I'm actually trying to
limit my carbs right now.

So just--
- Just try it.

- No, I don't want to.
- Try the cocoa.

- No.
- It's from Santa Claus.

- Glenn.
- Okay, fine. I'll go first.

It's actually scalding hot,
so maybe give it a minute.

[Muzak playing]

*

- [sighs]
Oh, great.

Narc alert.
- Oh, it's the fun police.

- Time to get written up.
- Mm-hmm.

- Why would you just assume
I'm gonna turn you in?

- I mean,
it's nothing personal, but--

- Yeah, you just always act
all lame and stuff.

Like a narc.
- Yeah, that's a good way

of putting it.
- I don't understand

why everyone thinks
I'm this little boring--

All right, well,
would a narc do this?

[clears throat]

- That was the tiniest sip
I've ever seen.

- It feels like what
a narc would do

to prove they're not a narc.
- Yeah.

- Okay, well,
how about this?

[gulping]

- I mean, now you're just
stealing my alcohol.

- Ugh.

- Oh, hey, man.
Merry Christmas.

- Oh, wow.
Thank you, Garrett.

This is--
[stammers]

I know things have been
a little tense lately.

And I guess, you know,
when you work with someone

you also live with,
things can be a little--

Oh, is that a--
is this a bath mat?

- Yeah, I just figured it'd be
something you could use

based on the puddles
by the shower.

- Well, this is awesome.
- Yeah, right?

- Thank you.

You know, I haven't bought
your gift yet.

- Oh, not necessary.
- But I was thinking, you know,

what about noise-canceling
headphones?

You know?
So you don't--you don't have

to keep banging on the wall

every time I make
the tiniest peep.

- Or you could save some money

and just quit it with the
harmonica lessons on YouTube.

That would be a gift.
- Ha! Yeah.

Yeah, it would be.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- Oh, it could be.
- Uh-huh.

It could be.
- Yeah.

- Ah, anyway, good talk.
- Oh, great talk.

- Incredible talk.
- Marvelous talk.

- Awesome talk.
I'm out of earshot.

- And then another time,
I thought Jerry came

out of his coma and winked
at me,

but turns out,
it was just a muscle spasm

from low folic acid.

- Uh-huh.
- Did you check the twitch

for Morse Code?
He could have been telling you

to stop talking,
or it's possible

he's in so much pain,
he's just begging anyone

to pull the plug.
I think that's what it was.

- Yo, yo, yo.
Cheer up, losers!

It's Christmas!
- What are you doing?

- Turning this into a par-tay.
- Uh-oh!

- Oh!
- Yeah!

- I have ecstasy in my car.
- We'll start here

and then see where
the day takes us.

Spread the word, bitches.
Craymie in the house!

- Yeah, go, Creamy!
Go, Creamy!

Creamy is here!
[laughs]

- Who's Creamy?
- I don't--uh...

.

- * Out of all the reindeer

* You know you're
the mastermind *

* Run, run, Rudolph, Randolph
ain't too far behind *

- Oh!
- Yes!

[bell ringing]

- All right, listen,
it is dangerously

cold out here,
and I cannot turn

a blind eye to this,
not on Christmas.

- Thank you.
- Come on, little buddy.

You'll be warm inside.

Bell...two..three...four.

- You just didn't
know me before.

Like, before I was married,
when I was in high school,

I was... [scoffs] wild.

[laughter]

Uh, I was, you guys.
I was a teen mom.

- Yeah, but weren't you 19?
- Still a teen.

- In some countries,
that's considered late.

Angola, for instance.

- Okay, well, we're not
in stupid Angola, Marcus.

- Uh, good,
'cause you wouldn't last

five minutes there.
- No, you guys, I'm serious.

I used to, like,
shoplift bulk candy

and, like, run,
and one time I stole a car.

- Yeah.
[laughter]

Okay.
- No, you guys, I did.

It was 10th grade.

I took my math teacher's Kia,

drove it to the Burger King,
got some French toast sticks,

and then I just left it there--
like, bounced.

- The French toast sticks
were a little too specific.

But nice try.

- Yeah,
you would never do that.

- No, I did do that.

You know what?
I could call Adam.

He'll tell you
the whole story.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

Call him.
- Okay. I will.

And then we'll see who's crazy.

- I had a ton
of friends in high school.

[line trilling]
It was awesome.

- Amy?
- Adam, hi.

Yeah, it's Amy.
Um, okay, so...

tell everyone about that
one--do you remember--

- Start a fire, or--
- Shh, shh.

- Who was that?
- Uh, that's, uh--

That's Bridgett.
Emma's friend Crystal's mom.

- Wait, Crystal's over?
I thought Emma was away.

- No, I'm at her place.
Um, what did you want?

- Nothing.
Merry Christmas.

- Ha ha.
Chickened out.

Couldn't even ask
about the car.

- [chuckles]

[ball clatters]
- Boom!

Oh, yes, yes!
- Ugh!

["Feliz Navidad" playing]

* Feliz Navidad,
próspero año y felicidad *

You see all the dirt,
grime, and gum?

That gets on the bottom
of your shoes,

and then you put
your shoes on my couch.

- Which is why
I lay my shoes on their side

so that the soles
don't touch the fabric.

- Oh, you know, I think
you're working too hard.

Why don't you just
take off your shoes?

- Oh, yeah.
- Hey, guys?

There's a dad here
with his kid,

asking where
the store Santa is.

- Tell him to check
the drunk tank.

Apparently Santa's Christmas
cheer level was at a .08.

- Maybe Santa has to drink
because Mrs. Claus

won't get off his back
about shoes on the couch.

- Call me Mrs. Claus
one more time.

- Guys, they drove
an hour to get here.

- [sighs]

- Ho, ho, ho!
Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas from me, too.
I'm an elf.

- Well, I've come up with my
New Year's resolutions--

more birds, more sex,
more Judo.

And I'm gonna try to pepper,
"Yas, queen,"

into conversation more--
I think it's time.

- We're checking out that skank

that Amy's ex-husband
is sleeping with.

- No, uh-uh. We don't know
that they're sleeping together.

There's a lot of reasons he
could be at that skank's house.

Oh, there she is.
- Mmm.

- [snorts]
Always, like, lurking around,

waiting for a dad
to come on the market.

- Yeah, she's so...

both: Basic.

- Adam got with that?

Guy's fighting above his
weight class.

Good for him.

- * Deck the halls
with boughs of holly *

* Rockin' around
the Christmas tree *

* Have a happy--

- I've never done it before,

but I could use
triple the powder.

- Glenn, it's not like
I hate Christmas or anything.

It's fine.
- "Fine"?

So "Winter Wonderland"
is okay, and--

You want to see what Christmas
is all about?

Come here.
- Glenn--

- Excuse me.

You seem to have been
bitten by the Christmas bug.

- Sorry, we're making up
for lost time.

- Oh, no, no, no. Kiss away.

It must be Christmas moments
like this

that get you
through your next tour.

- Oh, there won't be
a next tour.

- Oh?
- Tell him why, Hank.

- I...

Okay, I was smoking something
I did not know was meth.

- Okay.
- Then somehow my gun

ended up going off
and shooting a service animal

at close range.
- Oh, God.

- He's got a tiny limp.
He's fine.

- I bet he's loving it.
- W-wait.

It's still a Christmas miracle

that you're home for the birth
of your baby.

- The birth of a baby, anyway.
- Hank.

- I've been gone a year,
Samantha.

- Hey, uh, thank you
for your service.

- It's a delayed fetus!

- I Googled that! No results!
- We have to go.

- There's cocoa in aisle nine.

- Your brother
wasn't even in town.

- Should I tell you
what I want?

- Yeah, that's a great
place to start.

Uh, were you good this year?
- Yes.

- And would you like Santa
to bring you a real gift

or a passive-aggressive one?

- Well, that depends.
Did you put your water glasses

back in the sink,
or are there 100 of them

on your night stand?
- Come on, guys.

- That's so funny,
'cause I seem to remember

Santa saying,
"Make yourself at home."

But I guess--
- Elves don't talk.

- Oh, right, of course,
because if we do, Santa...

bangs on the wall
for us to shut up.

- Now say, "Candy canes!"

- [together] Candy cane!
[camera shutter clicks]

- I mean, it's just--
It's messed up.

- It is so messed up.
- You know what?

I'm just gonna say it.
Men are from Mars.

I just came up with that.

- Oh, yes!
- Boom, boom.

- Do you know what I feel like
I should do?

I feel like it's a good idea
to, like, go down there.

Go to her place.
- To Bridgett's house?

- Yeah. That's exactly
what I was thinking.

- No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
You should not go over there.

We should all go over there.

- Yes.
- To Bridgett's house?

- Yeah, just always assume

we're talking
about Bridgett's house.

- Yes, let's do it.
- Okay.

Oh, but how are we
gonna get there?

Because I try not to drive
if I've had more than six.

- Oh, yeah,
I should not be getting

behind the wheel
of a car right now.

[B. Lloyd's "Heavy"]

- * The next level

[all screaming]

*

- Later, suckers!
- We're free!

- Whoo!

.

[horn honking]

- This is just like the movie
"Wild Hogs."

- What?
- "Wild Hogs"!

- Okay.
- And we're sure this is

faster than walking?

[ball clatters]
- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Who wants to do Adderall
off my boobs?

I just crushed it up.

- Kind of in the middle
of a game here.

- Okay.

- Mmm!
- Okay.

- This is it--
the vulture's nest.

- Whoa.
Look at all this stuff.

- Three owls?
News flash--

owls are
notoriously solitary.

- Three-owl bitch.
- All right.

I'm gonna do this.
I'm gonna go knock on the door.

- Great, and then what?

- And then...

Adam opens the door,
and then I get to see

the look on his face.
- Yas, queen!

- Yes!
- I bet it's gonna be all like,

"Whoa, you're a crazy stalker.
I'm scared."

- Oh, my God.
This is a mistake.

- Uh, a mistake that we're
gonna laugh about one day.

- But not today.

- Oh, no, no, no.
Today's gonna be a mess.

- We got to go.
We got to go.

- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Oh!

- Okay.
- Get out of here.

[cart beeping]

Oh, my God.
My battery's dead.

- Mine too.
- Hey, jump on with me.

I still got some juice.
- Okay.

- Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh.
- What?

- The max capacity
for the basket is a buck-fifty.

- What, are you kidding me?
I don't weigh 150 pounds.

- If you say so,
but I'm weighing you

when we get back.
- Amy?

Is that you?

- Adam?

Dubanowski?
You guys--you remember Adam.

- So random!
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.
- [laughing]

- Look, I'm sorry I called
Christmas "fine," okay?

- Look, just trust me.
When you see a child's face

light up at the sight
of Old Saint Nick--

- You're honestly claiming

your life hasn't been improved
by fajita Thursdays?

- Oh, you mean "clean up
my greasy kitchen

'cause Jonah thinks
he's Bobby Flay" Thursdays?

- What the [bleep]
is wrong with you?

- What the [bleep]
is wrong with you?

- [screams]

- Magical.

[electricity humming]

- Mmm.
Wow.

This coffee is...
terrible.

Awful.
Yeah, tastes like piss.

I feel like I'm drinking piss.
- Oh, uh, sorry.

- So I bet you guys
are wondering why we're here.

- Yeah, kind of.
Yeah.

- Well, get ready to die.
[chuckles]

Not because I'm gonna kill you,

just 'cause it--
it's a really fun story.

Um, I told my coworkers

that I stole a car
in 10th grade,

and they didn't believe me.

So I just need Adam
to verify that.

- She did.
10th grade.

- Well, there you go.
It happ--it happened.

- So you drove
a shopping cart three miles

through
the freezing cold to--

- Maybe you should tell us
why you're here, Adam,

with little miss tight sweater
and her disgusting coffee,

which if I could
just get a top-up...

- Uh, sure.
Yes.

- Um, okay.
Well, this is awkward.

But me and Bridge
have been seeing each other.

- [gulps]
- Wow.

Bridge. Okay.

- I didn't know if--if I was
supposed to tell you.

It's not like there's
a-a rulebook for this kind of--

- Oh, what about
the rulebook of respect?

- That's--No, I--
- Oh, please.

Do you roast your own beans?

- Okay, guys, it's fine.
Look, Adam's moving on.

I'm moving on, too.

I just started taking
skydiving lessons.

So we're both killing it.
We should go.

- We have to wait
for the scooter to charge.

- Okay, we should sit.

- You wouldn't happen to have a
scale we could use, would you?

Forget it.

- You okay?
- Huh? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
Fine.

- Okay, 'cause you look
a little bit

like a disgruntled
Keebler Elf

about to shoot
up the tree house.

- It's just--it's like he wants
to be mad at me,

so he just comes up
with these little excuses.

You know, like, he'll--
he'll take the trash out

when it's half full
just so he can be like,

"There's another thing
Jonah didn't do."

[sighs]
- I only take my trash out

when it topples over
like a Jenga tower.

- Right? Thank you.
Maybe we should be roommates.

- Well, I'd have to run
your credit check.

- Oh, yeah?

- What's your
debt-to-income ratio?

- I want to say...seven.
Is that--

- That is not good.
- Is that bad? No?

- No.
- Well, I ran into

a lot of trouble with my, uh,
Eddie Bauer Discover card.

College.
- Yeah.

- * Just like the ones
I used to know *

*

- Well...
- Yep.

- That was mortifying for you.
- Mm-hmm, I was there, Dina.

["Winter Wonderland" playing]

- Wow. I don't know
what the hell that was.

- Okay, that was crazy.

- What are you doing?
- I told you.

I'm Craymie.
Year of Craymie!

Quick, take something!
Hurry, come on!

Go, go!

*

- Go, go, go, go!

- Go, go!
- Don't fail me now!

- Go!
- There I go!

- Yeah!
- Whoo-hoo!

- Yas, queen!

.

- I took this from the lawn

of my ex-husband's girlfriend!

all: Whoo!

[laughter]

- So you put water
in his shampoo?

- I was diluting it
to make more, okay?

- Oh, God. [laughs]

- Wow, I am the worst
roommate ever.

- I mean,
I wouldn't call you great.

- Yeah.
- But at least...

Nope, I got nothing.
[both laugh]

- Jeez.
Maybe my Christmas present

to Garrett should be
a night off from me.

- Well, I know this dive bar

that's open all night
Christmas Eve.

They have a pool table

and one of those
video poker machines...

- Oh.

- That's just sexual
for no reason.

- Oh, well,
that sounds festive.

- [laughs]
- Yeah, I could--

I could stay at, like,
a creepy motel nearby.

- Yeah, yeah,
or, I don't know,

maybe we'll hit it off,
and you'll end up at my place.

[both laughing]

- * And since
we've no place to go *

* Let it snow, let it snow,
let it snow *

- So you guys stole
her lawn ornaments?

- Mm-hmm.
- Girl, you are getting crazy.

- I told you guys.
I am a psycho.

- Oh, yeah, you got to let
Craymie out more often.

But call her something else,

'cause that name sucks.
[laughter]

- What's wrong with Craymie?
- Hey, man, I'm gonna--

I'm gonna crash
elsewhere tonight, so...

Not in, like,
a spiteful way or anything.

Just, you know,
uh, merry Christmas.

- Okay, thanks.

- And I can--I can just, like,
send you my--my add--

the--the address
of where we're gonna be--

- I'll be fine.
- Yeah.

I'll just--I'll just drop a pin
and text it to you, then.

- Okay.

- Well, I think
I finally figured out

these Christmas lights.

See if you can still
call this "fine."

- Wow.
Christmas lights.

I've never experienced the
miracle of little lightbulbs

on a string before.

[all gasp]

- Oh!
- Wow!

[The James Hunter Six's
"This is Where We Came In"]

- * I know
how it's gonna end *

* And this is
where we came in *

- That's, uh...
super lame.

- Yeah.
Super lame.

- * Old familiar signs

- Where's Jonah?

He would love this.

- You know, I, uh,
went to college

on a pool scholarship.

- Is that right?
- I'm really good at pool.

*

[cell phone ringing, vibrating]

- Hello?

[gasps] Really?

Yeah, hold on.

You guys!
Jerry's out of his coma!

Is anyone sober enough
to take me to the hospital?

I'll be right there.

["Joy to the World" playing]

- * Joy to the world

* The Lord is come

* Let Earth receive her king