G：Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
G：That's what it's all about, isn't it?
Gifts! Gifts! You want to know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me.
In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump!
The avarice never ends! I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is-stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
There is, however, one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful.
Excuse me, old-timer. Mind if I wet my whistle?
O：That's my good stuff!