You look so good.
- Mom, where's Everett? - He promised me they'd be here by dinner.
Well, of course. He missed both morning flights.
- Thaddeus. - Dad.
Merry Christmas.
- Sorry.
I love you.
That took years.
They're here.
- Why is she shouting?
- Yeah, it appears that she is incredible.
- What excuse?
Her sister, whom I've never met, is giving up Christmas with her family to be with her.
we are going to welcome Meredith back
without judgment.
Please, don't marry her.
Is this about Mom?
What does she look like?
I only saw a picture of her once.
Is that her?
- Well, Ben is a documentary film editor.
- Actually, I live in Berkeley. - You know, I wasn't speaking for you.
Well, you know...
- Why wouldn't we bring it into the house?
- Isn't it for window treatments?
I did desperately hope that you would all be gay - all my boys,
Sybil asked me when I was eight if I was gay.
- I'm sorry. I didn't hear a word.
- What did she say? - Well, now, boss,
I think we have been hit twice.
I love you.
And you are more normal
than any other asshole sitting at this table.
OK?
OK.
What?
Nothing.
Everybody asleep?
Are we opening presents or what?
- Why's she crying?
Merry Christmas.