Ross (as the Holiday Armadillo): Merry Christmas. Oh, and Happy Hanukkah!
Ben: Are you for Hanukkah, too? Because I’m part Jewish!
Ross: Huh? You are? Me too!
Monica: Because armadillos also wandered in the desert?

Every time I think I’m not , I see her and I realize I am, I Think… I think I love her, I’m not sure, I wake up thinking about her, and I go to sleep dreaming about her. Last night I had a bit to drink and almost told her, but I should do it because I want to, and not because I like the taste of Rum.

Just read about John Walker on TIME’s website… It just proves that anyone can wind up anywhere. Well.. As long as they are named after Whiskey.

My mom called me last night, she want’s to meet for dinner tomorrow, why not, it’d be cool. I haven’t went with her in a while. (We have family dinner every Friday offcourse with Kiddush and wine)

Alcohol seems to be involved in every aspect of my life...

Ross (as the Armadillo): Okay, Ben, Santa has to go. Say goodbye!
Ben: No, why does he have to go?
Chander (as Santa): Um, because if Santa and the Holiday Armadillo are even in the same room for too long, the universe will implode! Merry Christmas!