I can't complain. How're you doing?
Not that good, actually.
Didn't your company kill all of them people over in India not long ago?
No, we missed out on that one. Are you pretty set as far as shopping goes?
Well, I can't lie to you, Clark. The truth is things ain't been going too good at all. You know I told you that I borrowed the RV from my neighbor? Nope. It's mine, we live in it. I had to sell off the house, the barn, the ten acres. All I kept was a fifty-foot plot, pigs, and the worm farm. If only I had back the money that me and Catherine sent that TV preacher that was screwing the hockey players.
How about the kids?
Oh, his kids can fend for themselves.
No, your kids.
Oh, well, that's the bitch of it; I don't know what to do. We rolled into town on fumes, gas money gave out in Gurney...
Eddie, Ellen and I want help you give the kids a nice Christmas.
Oh, Clark, I couldn't do that.
No, we insist.
Oh, no, I'm not one for charity now.
Oh, I know that, Eddie. This isn't charity, it's family.
Now, come on. If you don't tell me what they want, I'll go out and get it on my own.
...Oh, boy. This is a surprise, Clark. This is just a really nice surprise! [hugs Clark tightly] Just a real nice surprise! [laughs in relief, then gives Clark a piece of paper from his pocket] Here's a little list. Alphabetical, starting with Catherine. And if it wouldn't be too much, I'd like to get something for you, Clark. Something...[clicks his tongue with an 'A-okay' gesture] really nice.
