Christmas with the Kranks

Nora Krank:
We skip Christmas!

Vic Frohmeyer:
Nora Krank, we're here for Frosty!

Spike Frohmeyer:
You're skipping Christmas! Isn't that against the law?

Blair Krank:
I'm bringing home Enriqué!

Luther Krank:
What's a reeké?

Spike:
[watching Luther steal a Christmas tree] Are you sure this is illegal?

Luther:
Are you a cop?

Walt Scheel:
Well if it isn't old Scrooge himself

Nora:
You forgot the white chocolate!

Luther:
They didn't have any.

Nora:
Did you talk to Rex?

Luther:
Who's Rex?

Nora:
The butcher.

Luther:
...As odd as it sounds, I didn't think to ask the butcher where the chocolate was!

Nora:
What are you doing? It's not even Saturday night.

Nora:
[Luther explains his idea for the cruise] How much is this going to cost?

Luther:
$3,000.00.

Nora:
We SAVE money?

Luther:
Absolutely.

Nora:
We can still give a donation to the Childrens Hospital and the Church?

Luther:
No this is a total boycott honey.

Nora:
It's $600.

Luther:
It is a total boycott.

Nora:
Well then no. [leaves] What a stupid idea.

[Later they are in bed]

Luther:
You are going to let a lousy $600 stand between us and a Caribbean cruise?

Nora:
No. You are.

Luther:
Okay fine. Look. I'll match last year's contribution to the church and the hospital but not a penny more.

Nora:
When do we leave?

Luther:
High noon Christmas day.

Luther:
Smoked trout?

Nora:
It's better than frozen pizza.

Luther:
What happened to the hickory honey ham?

Nora:
[stops dead in her tracks and turns around with a livid look on her face] NEVER say hickory honey ham again.

Luther:
[Sarcastically] Ooooh.

Nora:
Why would we want to get tans before the cruise? I thought the idea was to get them DURING the cruise.

Luther:
Look at us, we kind of look like uncooked chicken.

Daisy:
You look like a corpse. [to Nora] And you could use some help too.

Luther:
[dressed in black to hide his tan] I look like a Mafia Lieutenant.

Walt Scheel:
Does this mean we have start being nice to each other?

Luther Krank:
Of course not.

Walt Scheel:
Good, cause I still don't like you that much.

Luther Krank:
Well, that's great. I'm not fond of you either.

Walt Scheel:
Well, if it isn't old Scrooge himself.

Luther Krank:
How do you think this photographer got this shot?

Walt Scheel:
What photographer?

Luther Krank:
The one who took this photograph.

Walt Scheel:
Oh, that one.

Luther Krank:
Yeah, that one.

Walt Scheel:
Well, he climbed up.

Luther Krank:
On your roof?

Walt Scheel:
Yeah.

Luther Krank:
Well, why did you do that?

Walt Scheel:
I don't know. He said he wanted to get a shot of the whole street.

Luther Krank:
At least you're consistent.

Walt Scheel:
I try to be, old man.

Luther Krank:
Stop that!

Walt Scheel:
Stop what?

Luther Krank:
Stop calling me old man! You're like 10 years older than me!

Walt Scheel:
Am I?

Luther Krank:
Yeah!

Walt Scheel:
Well, prove it!

Blair:
I'm bringing home Enriqué!

Luther:
What's a reeké?