Tell me about it.  But life goes on.. right?  I remember when I was a girl, Christmas was so exciting.  Now it's just an excuse to finish off a bottle jagermeister.  Waking up early and running down the stairs, ripping apart wrapping paper.  Toys and dolls.  Now, the only reason I wake up that early is to vomit.  So what about you?  What were your Christmice like?

SATAN

Christmice?

MARY

Yeah, it's the plural. Like mouse and mice.

SATAN

Only this is a holiday, not a woodland creature.

MARY

I guess it's just one of those "you say potato, I say potato" things. [potato is pronounced the same way both times]

SATAN

Don't you mean "you say potato, I say potato"?

MARY

That's what I said.

SATAN

No, you said "you say potato, I say potato" [potato is pronounced the same way both times again]

MARY

Who cares about the goddamn potatoes [she pronounced it the way she didn't earlier]? [SATAN looks upset] I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Satan. I just get touchy sometimes. You know. I still love you.