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AH AH AH!

I DON'T THINK SO!

OH, COME ON, ROSE.

COME HERE AND MAKE

THE SALAD.

BEEN ON MY FEET ALL DAY.

GET THE KID TO DO IT.

NO, JAMIE'S SETTING

THE TABLE.

RIGHT, JAMIE?

YES, HONEY!

ANG, GO FIND YOUR FATHER.

I'M SURE HE'LL FIND US.

(Rose)

DONNIE!

WHAT?

SALAD!

[mutters in Italian]

MOVE OVER.

THERE'S A WHOLE COUCH

OVER--

STOP IT!

OH, OOH!

IS THIS FOR ME?

NO, THAT IS FOR

THE BABY SHOWER.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE

TO WAIT.

BELIEVE ME,

I'VE BEEN WAITING EIGHT MONTHS.

WHAT IS IT?

SURPRISE.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

(Rose)

JAMES MARCUS:

DIBIASI.

IF YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING

TO SIT AND WATCH TELEVISION

WHILE YOUR WIFE,

MY DAUGHTER,

THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD,

SLAVES OVER A HOT STOVE,

WELL, YOU GOT ANOTHER THINK

COMING!

ANG, CUT THE BREAD.

I DON'T HAVE ANY BREAD.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

THERE'S BREAD RIGHT HERE.

THOSE ARE BAGELS.

WHAT, THEY'RE NOT MADE

OUT OF BREAD?

[laughs]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

WITH THAT?

I'M GOING TO THE TABLE.

NO, LOOK.

THE CLOTH NAPKINS

ARE IN THIS DRAWER.

THAT CANDLES ARE

IN THE SIDEBOARD

AND THE CHINA:

IS IN THAT CABINET.

SALAD, DONNIE,

SALAD.

YES, SIR.

[grunts]

JAMIE, BE CAREFUL.

THOSE ARE MY CHRISTMAS PLATES.

OH!

DONNIE, TASTE THAT SALAD,

MAKE SURE GINA'S USING

ENOUGH GARLIC.

MA, I KNOW HOW TO COOK!

I BROUGHT THE SAUSAGES.

I HOPE YOU DIDN'T STAR WITHOUT ME.

(Rose)

OH, YOU ARE SO LUCKY

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE DINNER

TONIGH AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO ME.

WHAT--ROSE,

IT WAS AN HONEST MISTAKE.

DAD, YOU DO THIS

EVERY YEAR.

NO, I DON'T.

WELL, YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER

THAN TO LET ME NEAR

THE STOVE.

[shattering sound]

[Rose gasps]

WELL, YOU CAN ONLY USE THEM

ONE MONTH A YEAR, RIGHT?

AY.

[smacking and grunting]

MA.

THANKS.

SO, DAD,

HOW WAS YOUR DAY?

GOOD...I GUESS.

SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

OKAY, JAMIE.

HOW'S THE JOB SEARCH GOING?

CUT HIM SOME SLACK.

(Jamie)

COME ON,

I'M WORKING ON IT, OKAY?

WHAT'S WITH THE SECOND DEGREE?

IT'S THIRD.

THIRD DEGREE, BABY.

IT'S NOT EVEN FIRST DEGREE.

IT'S CALLED CONVERSATION.

IT'S WHAT CIVILIZED PEOPLE DO

AT THE DINNER TABLE.

LOOK, IF HE HAD HAD

HIS FIRST DEGREE,

MAYBE WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING

THIS CONVERSATION.

[sputters]

MA!

DON'T YOU START ON HIM TOO.

MMM.

THE GAME!

UNCLE DONNIE.

IT'S THE GIANTS.

MOM!

[chatter on TV]

[sportscaster on TV]

IT'S A PRETTY TIGHT GAME.

TURN THE VOLUME DOWN.

OKAY.

MWAH.

MWAH.

[sighs]

SO I WAS THINKING

MAYBE WE HAVE:

A TRADITIONAL CHRISTMAS

DINNER THIS YEAR.

HUH?

(Rose)

WELL, OF COURSE WE HAVE

CHRISTMAS DINNER, ANGELA.

DON'T WE ALWAYS?

NO, I MEAN,

NOT JUST GREEN LASAGNA

AND MEATBALLS.

LIKE, SOMETHING SPECIAL.

LIKE A GOOSE:

OR STUFFING:

OR MAYBE EVEN PUDDING.

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