"I want a date with you, Lieutenant, seeing as our Sunday plans were aborted." "I thought dates went out with the I do's. Isn't that in the marriage rule book?" "You didn't read the fine print. Christmas Eve, barring emergencies. You and me, in the parlor. We'll open our gifts, drink a great deal of Christmas cheer, and take turns banging each other's brains out." "Will there be cookies?"