Christmas Attack Zone
Liz: Merry Christmas eve eve, Jack.
Jack: Likewise, Lemon. Is there any chance you'll still be around tomorrow?
Liz: Sure. You want to go to the Penn Station Kmart with me and then watch Tootsie?
Liz: Jack, what are you doing? You promised me a drama-free dinner. I could be sitting at the corner table at the Kmart cafe right now.
Liz: Anyway, I was gonna bring dessert tomorrow. So are there any foods that are making you nauseous lately? Please don't say a half sleeve of Oreos.
Liz: Merry Christmas, Jack. Sorry. I finished the Oreos in the cab.