Serendipity

[Bells Jingling]

# From Coney Island|to the Sunset Strip #

# Somebody's gonna make|a happy trip tonight #

# While the moon is bright #

# He's gonna have|a bag of crazy toys #

# To give to|the girls and boys #

# So dig #

# Santa comes on big #

# He'll come a-callin'|when it snows the most #

# When all you cats|are sleepin' warm as toast #

# And you gonna flip|when old Saint Nick #

# Lays a lick|on the peppermint stick #

# He come a-flyin'|from a higher place #

# And fill the stocking|by the fireplace #

# So you'll #

# Have a yule that's cool #

- [ Baby Crying ]|- Merry Christmas.

# Yeah, from Coney Island|to the Sunset Strip #

# Somebody's gonna make|a happy trip tonight #

# While the moon is bright #

# He's gonna have|a bag of crazy toys #

# To give to|the girls and boys #

# So dig #

# Santa comes on big #

Excuse me.

# Come a-callin'|when it snows the most #

# Cats are sleepin'|warm as toast #

# And you gonna flip|when old Saint Nick #

# Lays a lick|on the peppermint stick #

- Wooh! Sorry.|- I'm sorry.

- [ Chuckles ]|- Do you want these?

- No. Please.|- You go ahead. It's the last one.

Uh, miss, do you have another pair|of these black cashmere gloves?

- Whatever's out is what we have.|- You don't have a stockroom?

- No. No. We don't have|an attic either.|- Or a basement?

Um, listen, you take 'em.|I don't need 'em.

- No, no, no.|You saw them first. I--|- Please. I insist.

- Take them. Wait a minute.|- Oh! Oh!

- Excuse me, sir. These are ours.|- Yeah?

Oh. Your gloves? How come?|They're just sort of hanging there,

sleeping with their|little price tag on.

- We were just discussing|them, all right?|- Well, I have news for you.

You can go on discussing them|long after I've paid for them.

- Calm down, all right?|- Calm down? It's five days|before Christmas.

I'm in the middle|of a New York department store.|He's asking me to calm down.

Well, these were meant to be|a very special gift for someone.

- Yeah, we put quite a lot|of thought into those.|- Isn't that right?

- Well, who were they for?|- My boyfriend.|- My girlfriend.

- Her boyfriend.|- His girlfriend.

One pair of gloves|for two people?

- This is hard to explain.|- Try.

All right.|Go ahead.

Oh. Uh, well, he is|at the present time my boyfriend.

But in 18 months--

After the operation--

- He will be--|- She will be--

My girlfriend.|Do you understand?

That didn't|really work out.

- No, but Merry Christmas anyway.|- Thank you very much.

Well, you earned these.|That was quick on your feet.

- Thanks. It was a team effort.|- Yeah, it was. It was.

- I don't know how to thank you.|- Well--

Ah, well.

# Have a yule that's cool ##

They're ready for you guys.

Thank you.

I don't know what you said|to that guy makes any sense.

- But I think we scared|the be jesus out of him.|- You were pretty fierce.

This will work, though.|This is quite a coffee.

But I'm serious about the check.|It's the least I can do.

Well, thank you, but, see,

now I have to go find|something else for my girlfriend.

- Oh, they were for your girlfriend.|- Yes, they were.

- Oh, I can't accept them then.|- Well, you have to.

Otherwise you|won't treat. Really.

Let me tell you something.|This is the ultimate blend to drink.

- Where did you find this place?|- I first came in|because of the name.

- Hmm.|- Serendipity. It's one|of my favorite words.

- It is? Why?|- Uh-huh.

'Cause it's such a nice sound for|what it means: a fortunate accident.

- Mm.|- Except I don't really|believe in accidents.

- I think fate's behind everything.|- Oh, you do?

- Yeah.|- Fate's behind everything?

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