A Very Brady Christmas

[Jan has put a blanket over Philip after he fell asleep in a chair]

Phillip Covington III:
Thanks.

Jan Brady Covington:
It's okay. I'm used to it.

Phillip Covington III:
What do you mean?

Jan Brady Covington:
You used to fall asleep in the strangest places, while doing research or grading papers.

Phillip Covington III:
[surprised] And you'd cover me?

Jan Brady Covington:
Did you think there was a blanket fairy?

Phillip Covington III:
I don't know, I guess I never really thought about it.

Jan Brady Covington:
[bitterly] I know.

Mike Brady:
[about wine] Red, my favorite year.

Belinda:
[answering the phone] Steve?

Mike Brady:
No, it's not Steve.

Belinda:
Rory?

Mike Brady:
No.

Belinda:
Russ? Tyler? Richard?

Mike Brady:
No, I'm sorry. It's Mike.

Belinda:
[sweetly] Oh hi, Mike. Wow, you sound older.

Mike Brady:
Well, I probably am. I'm Cindy's father.

Belinda:
[hands Cindy the phone] It's for you, it's your dad. He sounds cute.

Cindy Brady:
He's not cute, he's... dad.