Jules Daly:
I was looking around the castle and I couldn't find your Christmas tree.
Edward Duke of Castlebury:
Because there isn't one.
Jules Daly:
Why not?
Edward Duke of Castlebury:
I don't like them. They're messy, dirty things that drip sticky sap all over the mahogany.
Ashton Prince of Castlebury:
Father.
Jules Daly:
But they make children happy.
Edward Duke of Castlebury:
I don't want one.
Jules Daly:
Then could you please tell me what you *do* want?
Ashton Prince of Castlebury:
I don't think he knows.
Edward Duke of Castlebury:
Oh, yes, I do.
Jules Daly:
I want to know why I brought these kids here if it wasn't to give them a merry Christmas. And I'm not talking about some creepy wannabe holiday in a clammy castle where everybody's walking around like "Dawn of the Living Dead." I'm talking about a holly, jolly Christmas with bells and bows and a big, fat, messy, sappy Christmas tree, with twinkling lights so Santa knows where the heck we are. These kids have had a really tough year.
Edward Duke of Castlebury:
So have we.
Jules Daly:
Then we all deserve a merry Christmas, don't you think?
Ashton Prince of Castlebury:
[she leaves]
You might reconsider the tree situation.
Edward Duke of Castlebury:
I will not. And if you don't like it here, you can go back to Geneva. I don't even know why you bothered coming home in the first place.
Ashton Prince of Castlebury:
Because I'm your son. Maybe not your favorite one, but your only living one.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:02