A Christmas Kiss

[Priscilla leaves town for a few days]

Tressa:
You do know what this means, don't you?

Wendy Walton:
That the flying monkeys can breathe a sigh of relief?

Adam Hughes:
[while listening to carolers sing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas"] What is figgy pudding?

Wendy Walton:
I don't know, but it must be pretty good if they won't go until they get some.

Wendy Walton:
The kids are making the ornaments for the future tree today and they'll be delivered tomorrow.

Adam Hughes:
Christmas future arrives tomorrow.

Wendy Walton:
Yes, but what happens when tomorrow turns into the present and the future arrives?

Adam Hughes:
[stutters a little] OK, Stephen Hawking.

Tressa:
I swear, that broad just makes up crap for the pleasure of b*tch-bossing you.

Wendy Walton:
[clinging to Adam] This doesn't feel right.

Adam Hughes:
It actually kind of does.

Wendy Walton:
It is the type of kiss that, years from now when I am suffering from dementia and drooling in my jell-o - I will be thinking about that kiss.

Priscilla Hall:
I have a very important lunch date with Adam.

Wendy Walton:
Your traveling boyfriend is back in town?

Priscilla Hall:
Yes, for the holidays, and I intend to use this time to seal the engagement deal.

Priscilla Hall:
It's Emily's day off; I need you to take her place.

Wendy Walton:
Isn't Emily your maid?

Priscilla Hall:
She's my employee, just like you're my employee.

Tressa:
You sure he didn't recognize you? Maybe he did but, because he's boinking your boss, he didn't want to let on that he knew you in front of her.

Wendy Walton:
No, the spark is officially snuffed.

Tressa:
Liar.

[Wendy presents party designs based on Dicken's A Christmas Carol]

Priscilla Hall:
What on earth gave you the idea that Adam would ever like such a thing?

Wendy Walton:
His first edition of The Christmas Carol.

Priscilla Hall:
Well, I own Wuthering Heights. It doesn't mean I want to live near a swamp.

Tressa:
Confession is nine tenths of the law.

Caroline:
You mean "good for the soul?"

Tressa:
That, too.

Adam Hughes:
Do you often eat your work?

Caroline:
I like licking the spoon.

Tressa:
Get out of town.

Charlie:
I would if I didn't live here.

Tressa:
[setting down a toy soldier from a Christmas tree presentationally] You know, if he continues to be clueless, I'd just go crack his nuts.