Ho ho ho! And what can I bring you? –Oh, a peace offering, is it? Very well... What say you trim those gin-soaked whiskers and bring me some plutonium?! –Well, can you be a good boy? –Hmm. Your inquiry intrigues me. Can any of us be a "good boy?" Are our primal urges innate or the result of the choices we make? –OK, wrap it up, kid. –All right, Kringle, if the reward is plutonium, then your wager is accepted. I will be... "nice."
Yeah, Peter, one of us has to be the Designated Driver, and I've already had four egg nogs, so I guess you're it. –Hah. That's a good one, Joe. Heh. Way to get into the spirit. Heh heh. –(konk) I'm a cop first and a buddy second, so don't think I wouldn't throw your drunk-driving ass in the slammer! (glug glug glug) All right! Let's a-wassail!