Ghost of Christmas Present:
Close your eyes...! And think of snowflakes and moonbeams and whiskers on kittens...
[She notices Frank peeking and goes to jab his eys with two fingers]
Ghost of Christmas Present:
Nooooo peeking!
[Frank blocks the jab and closes his eyes]
Ghost of Christmas Present:
Of rainbows, forget-me-nots... of misty meadows and sun-dappled pools. Oh, look! There's Mr Hedgehog. I wonder where he's going? Perhaps to HARLEM!
[She punches Frank]
Frank Cross:
My jaw!
Ghost of Christmas Present:
Sometimes the truth is painful, Frank.
[She slaps his face]
Ghost of Christmas Present:
But it's made your cheeks rosy and your eyes bright!
Frank Cross:
If you TOUCH ME AGAlN, I'll rip your goddamned wings off! Okay?
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