(festive music) - [Mrs Hall] I just hope our Christmas party guests are hungry.
(dog barking) (footsteps thudding) - Anything I can do, Mrs.
Hall?
- Well, you can take them sausage rolls through for me, would you, James?
There's a good lad.
(footsteps thudding) Hey.
Merry Christmas, Jess, hey?
- You're incorrigible.
- James, if you are to win at this game of life, you must play many hands.
- Siegfried?
You look very festive.
- He's Saint Nick.
Every year he hands out oranges to the kids.
- I thought he wore red and white.
- Only since some blasted American drinks company told us so.
The real Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, wears green and white, and so shall I. What's all this bloody mistletoe?
It looks like Kew Gardens.
- Tristan's playing the odds.
- You've the morals of an alley cat.
- You'll be thanking me when you find yourself underneath this with a delectable Dorothy.
- Oh, you kept that to yourself.
(Tristan laughs) - She's Mrs.
Hall's guest.
- [James] Oh, really?
(laughs) - Were you taking those plates somewhere?
- Oh.
- As for you... - Hmm.
- If you think you're spending the evening eating, drinking, and carousing, you've got another thing coming.
(hat jingles) - Oh, no.
