Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We'll leave a note, head out on foot.

and I'm currently stranded in a remote glacial forest.

Mr. Fairchild has asked me to marry him.

-You're gonna be fine. -Okay.

-Looks like I'll be calling you "Dad." -Hey, congratulations.

Mr. Fairchild just wanted me to remind you

at my condo in Manhattan.

There's no way I'm having a fundraiser to save the lodge.

Yeah. I think I do.

People were very generous last night.

On Dasher! On Dancer!

-Well, yeah, but it's not-- -Did you ever tell her?

Thank you so much.

Yeah. Forget about it.

I'm just trying to imagine what you'd have to wear.

The one stuck in your face.

Miss Belmont, what are you doing?

No signal, okay. Guess we just have to wing it.

I would like to thank Jake Russell and his family at the North Star Lodge.

Yeah, I just want people to remember me for more than my last name.

What happened here?

I think this is good a time as any to make a little announcement of my own.

Oh, I don't eat fish. They are exotic pets in my saltwater aquarium

I've just survived a death-defying fall,

then they move up to the mega-resorts, like this one.

Anyway, I, uh, figured I owe you this much for ski lessons.

All right. I'm just gonna clean up a little bit.

Well, you showed that egg who's boss.

Who designed the ring?

if you see a gingerbread house, please don't take a bite.

My followers will love it.

You know, the most important thing to me is that you're happy.

Don't give up, Jake. You just need a little bit of faith.

Let's keep in touch, buddy.

You'll have to arrest me too.

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Stop the car. Don't move.

Do you have anything I could dry my hair with?

Well, that's a fantastic-looking sleigh.

Yes. My daughter.

That would be unfortunate.

Sounds like they planned to go off someplace together.

Oh. Can I get you anything?

All right! Count with me.

Everyone is gonna love you. They're having so much fun.

I just… I don't really know what I'm doing anymore.

Howard, I… I can't. That's…

I got stuck behind Ed Hudson's snow plow all the way up.

He flew me all the way up here in his private jet for Christmas.

She died almost two years ago.

Basically, you're a salesman.

Dad? Where is Sarah going?

Yeah, I'm pretty beat too, so…

Sometimes you can't rush things.

but there was nothing.

We are standing under the mistletoe.