Infamous Page #5

Yes.

And I can't really know how people feel

without your help.

Oh, well, I can tell you how they feel.

Terrible.

They'll feel better when this is solved.

Yes. I agree. And that's...

Look, I wish you well with your project.

But no access.

I'm sorry, but Nelle

and I will have to stay for Christmas.

Why?

Because no one will talk to me.

I've got to stay until they forget about me

and can open up.

No one forgets about you.

What will you do for Christmas?

Of course, everything will be closed...

...so I thought before I'd go to the market

and get a nice cheese...

...some ham and olives.

Slim sent a wonderful Burgundy.

Nelle and I can make a picnic at the hotel.

VELvEETA

Excuse me?

- Could this be all the cheese?

- Well, how much do you need?

Mine is a matter of quality, dear,

not quantity.

Oh, you mean other types of cheese.

Goodness, no. Not here.

- Are you staying for Christmas?

- Yes, we are.

What will you and Mrs. Capote do

for your Christmas supper?

If this is the only cheese I find,

Mrs. Capote and I might try cyanide.

Would you like to come to our house

for Christmas supper?

Really? Like for a party?

It's just not right you don't have

Christmas supper in a home.

That is so kind of you.

Nelle will be thrilled.

May I ask your name?

Hi.

Hi.

What?

We are spending Christmas

with the Deweys.

This just isn't right.

What isn't right is for two people

to spend Christmas alone.

If there's two of them, they won't be alone.

Hi. We're here.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

I know you said not to bring anything...

...but my daddy would kill me if I showed up

for company empty-handed.

We brought you fruitcake.

And she doesn't mean me.

My wife, Delores.

- Truman.

- Foxy.

- Thank you.

- My wife, Delores.

And here is our son, Paul.

Hello, Paul. Merry Christmas.

You gonna watch the game?

I got $25 on it.

Truman, you like football?

Not much.

Though I must admit it always sends shivers

up my spine...

...when the men get inside

that little huddle and whisper.

We have treats.

I have kind of a party question.

I hope it's not too awful or mean.

That sounds fun. Let's play.

Paul Dewey. Don't you wanna come in here

and sit with the grownups?

Since it's Christmas...

...I thought we could all take turns telling

what is the worst present you ever got.

Mine was a shawl from an elderly

neighbor lady. I'm not a shawl lover.

- Me neither.

- They're never warm enough.

Are my ears working properly?

Am I the only one here who loves shawls?

Don't look at me.

My goodness, I love shawls.

I have several.

I think the prettiest one is the one

Jennifer Jones gave me.

Jennifer Jones? The movie star?

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