Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So have they, and so have you.

Lois is learning how to just relax and enjoy the holidays.

I wish he were here.

I can't do it anymore, Jonathan. I can't constantly reassure you.

It's gonna be a great Christmas.

Well, that's the holidays for you. Repetitive, hollow.

I know, I know. As far as I can tell...

...I don't mean to pressure you. I'm sorry.

Your gratitude is enough.

- Why? - To get rid of hope.

Since the games were beginning...

He's moving northeast and fast.

- But I'm sure it's a loop. - A loop.

We lose our farm, our home.

- The time loop. - Time loop?

It's not exactly Pulitzer material.

Don't say a word. I don't want to talk about it.

There's this... There's this guy, this creature.

...and the railing must have just given way.

And each time it does, the people out there lose a little more hope.

I can only think of one other person that works on Christmas Eve.

- Bedford Street Children's Home's on fire. - Hurry.

It's that moment just as I bust through the interdimensional vortex.

I can't say it forward.

World conquest. Tall order.

Your mother... Your mother's giving up on us.

Oh, I understand.

Not this year. But I'm looking forward to Christmas dinner at your house tomorrow.

...but right this second...

If only there were more like him.

Then you know that I'm a multi-billionaire. I own this high-rise.

It's just the way you look at it, that's all. You view Christmas like it's a chore.

- The bank covers us. We're fine, son. - Okay.

She didn't look like that earlier.

Hey, Mom, Dad...

...the first honeymoon was worse because he showed up for that one.

- Jonathan! - Dad!

Jimmy, I have it on good authority that she's not exactly herself today.

I mean, this whole second honeymoon was his idea.