Caleb (to Sandy): It'll get you back to your Berkeley days. Maybe you can smoke the tree.
 

Ryan: You're really starting to scare me. 
Seth: I'm okay with that.
 

Ryan: There's drinking, crying, and cops. It must be Christmas.
 

Seth: I don't judge it, OK? I only mock. 
Kirsten: That, you get from your father.
 

Seth: I'm going to go make magic happen. I feel like my hair is working for me tonight.
 

(discussing Chrismukkah with Ryan) 
Sandy: We didn't really know how to raise Seth. 
Seth: Yes so I raised myself. Allow me to elaborate. See for my father here, a poor struggling Jew growing up in the Bronx, well, Christmas meant Chinese food and a movie. And for my mom over here, Waspy McWasp, well it meant a tree, it meant a stocking and all the trimmings. 
Kirsten: I'm not a Wasp!
 

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