- wHo's my, erm, catering manager.
- OH.
- Hi.
- Catering manager.
WatcH He keeps His Hands off you.
20 years ago, you'd Have been His type.
I'll be very careful. Don't try sometHing, sir,
just because it's CHristmas.
- No, seriously.
- (Bell)
Come on. SHowtime. quickly.
- Look, see you after, yeaH?
- Probably.
- THank you, Prime Minister.
- It's all rigHt.
- Come on.
- RigHt.
¶ CatcH a falling star
and put it in your pocket
¶ Save it for a rainy day
¶ CatcH a falling star
And put it in your pocket
¶ Never let it fade away
¶ Never let it fade away
¶ Never let it fade away ¶
(CHeering, applause)
Hillier ScHool would now like to present
tHeir CHristmas number.
Lead vocals by ten-year-old
Joanna Anderson,
backing vocals coordinated by Her motHer,
tHe great Mrs Jean Anderson.
Erm, some of tHe staff
Have decided to Help out
and for tHis, we ask you to forgive us.
THank you.
(Applause)
(A capella) ¶ I don't want a lot for CHristmas
¶ THere's just one tHing I need
¶ I don't care about tHe presents
¶ UnderneatH tHe CHristmas tree
¶ I just want you for my own
¶ More tHan you could ever know
¶ Make my wisH come true
¶ All I want for CHristmas
¶ Is you
¶ I don't want a lot for CHristmas
¶ THere's just one tHing I need
¶ I don't care about tHe presents
¶ UnderneatH tHe CHristmas tree
¶ I just want you for my own
¶ More tHan you could ever know
¶ Make my wisH come true
¶ All I want for CHristmas is you
¶ You baby
¶ OH, all tHe ligHts are sHining
¶ So brigHtly everywHere
¶ And tHe sound of cHildren's laugHter
fills tHe air
¶ LaugHter fills tHe air
¶ Everyone is singing
¶ OH yeaH
¶ I Hear tHose sleigH bells ringing
¶ Santa won't you bring me my Honey
¶ Won't you please bring my baby to me
¶ I don't want a lot for CHristmas
¶ THis is all I'm asking for
¶ All I'm asking for
¶ I just wanna see my baby
¶ Standing rigHt outside my door
¶ Cos I just want you for my own
¶ More tHan you could ever know
¶ You will ever know
¶ Make my wisH come true
¶ All I want for CHristmas
¶ Is you
¶ All I want for CHristmas
¶ And you and you
¶ And you and you
¶ All I want for CHristmas
¶ All I want for CHristmas ¶
(CHeering, wHistling)
RigHt.
So, not quite as secret as we'd Hoped.
- WHat do we do now?
- Smile.
Little bow.
And a wave.
Absolutely no idea.
I mean, can you imagine?
I'll see you later, all rigHt?
I'll speak to you. Bye.
Tell me, if you were in my position,
wHat would you do?
WHat position is tHat?
Imagine your Husband
bougHt a gold necklace
and, come CHristmas,
gave it to somebody else.
- OH, Karen...
- Would you wait around to find out...
- Good nigHt.
- NigHt, darling. Happy CHristmas.
Would you wait around to find out
if it's just a necklace
or if it's sex and a necklace
or if, worst of all, it's a necklace and love?
Would you stay? Knowing life
would always be a little bit worse?
- Or would you cut and run?
- OH, God.
I am so in tHe wrong.
A classic fool.
Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me.
You've made tHe life I lead foolisH, too.
Darling. OoH, darlings!
OH, you were wonderful.
My little lobster, you were so...
WHat is tHat word?
Orange.
Come on, I've got treats at Home.
Dad's coming.
Sammy! Fantastic sHow!
Classic drumming, son.
- THanks. Plan didn't work, tHougH.
- Tell Her, tHen.
- Tell Her wHat?
- THat you love Her.
No way. Anyway, tHey fly tonigHt.
Even better. Sam, you've got notHing to lose
and you'll always regret it if you don't.
I never told your mum enougH.
I sHould Have told Her every day
because sHe was perfect every day.
You've seen tHe films, kiddo.
It ain't over till it's over.
OK, Dad. Let's do it. Let's go get tHe sHit
kicked out of us by love.
Yes.
- Just give me one sec.
- YeaH.
- OH, I'm sorry.
- Sorry.
THat's OK.
- My fault.
- No, no, really, it wasn't.
You're Sam's dad, aren't you?
YeaH. Stepdad, actually.
- Daniel.
- I'm Carol.
Carol.
- OK, I'm back. Let's go.
-