We have a cover date tomorrow, Christmas at the Bartowski's.
Oh. Wow. Thanks for the invitation Chuck but I don't do Christmas.
I'm sorry. I think you just said "You don't do Christmas."
Look, I rather not get into it.
But it's, it's Christmas. Look I'm not buying the whole Scrooge act. Okay. Underneath that spy cover is a regular person, just like the rest of us. I mean honestly, how weird could Christmas have been for you?
Christmas at the Burton household meant the annual Salvation Army con job.
Okay. Okay, you're a little different than the rest of us. but Christmas at the Bartowski's means ...eggnog, pj's, a fake gas fireplace and that right, Twilight Zone marathon. I'm not taking no for an answer, Walker. Be prepared to be heartwarmed.






