Amy: You know, Christmas is coming. And I haven’t seen Dad for ages—he always hassuch great stories to tell.
Bill: I know we went t my folks’ last year, but my Mom’s been pretty sick. This might be her last Christmas.
Amy: She’s been ill, but don’t exaggerate. You just don’t like my mother. That’s why you don’t want to go to my parents
Bill: She’s never liked me. Never thought I was good enough for you.
Amy: Well, you’re not… But seriously, Mom’s not so sad. She’s just got a thick skin and likes to hide her feelings
Bill: I don’t think so.
Amy: Why not have our both families here for Christmas?
Bill: That would make twenty-two of us if we invited everybody.
Amy: Why not just have our parents here for Christmas?
Bill: Good idea. Just don’t sit me next to your mother.
