Maga... No!
Forget that. I...
I... am gonna have...
more fans than Elvis!
Good.
Yeah!
And I won't even be dead.
Think about it.
Well, Nick packed up his Heftys
and I haven't heard from him since.
After Nick, I kinda took a break
from guys for a while...
again.
- You got me.
- I know.
But I was hoping
for something more romantic.
Oh.
- Tell them about the letter.
- You think?
Yeah, tell them.
OK.
"Dear Stacy,
I hope you don't mind me writing,
but the only other letter I ever wrote
was to the editor of Flex magazine
to say how much
I enjoyed this article called..."
Hammer Those Glutes
Till Your Butt's Like A Bowling Ball.
So it wasn't exactly personal.
So why do I now take pen in hand
to write to you?
OK, it's like this.
Ever since I got home from Oasis,
things are different.
Like, all of a sudden, I don't feel
like hanging out every night.
I don't feel like hitting on women
or even drinking milk out of the carton.
I feel...
I don't know, serious.
Like I'm in the midst
of some heavy changes.
I forced myself to take a closer look
at the Vin Man.
You know, open him up, pull him out,
dissect him. Like a frog.
And I've decided
to go after a more sharply-tailored,
finely-pleated, subtly-striped look.
And I've discovered I have
a creative side to my personality.
Hey!
Anyway, since most of my friends
saw the Vin Man
as a larger-than-life legendary figure,
many are having difficulties
relating to me at this time,
but since you didn't know me for long,
I figured it might be easier
for you to understand.
Besides, you're one of the few people
I know who could appreciate this.
"Respectfully, your friend,
Vincent Valconie."
What can I say? Life is bizarre.
- You have to go so early?
- We still have champagne.
I'm kind of tired, and besides,
you two should be alone. Here.
- OK. Good night.
- Bye-bye.
- Happy New Year!
- OK, thanks! Bye.
Hey. Need a lift?
Ah, Vinny! What are you doing here?
I was just driving
around the neighbourhood.
That's not it. Look, it's like this.
It's Ohristmas Day,
I'm sitting around my house all alone,
so I hop in the limo,
24 hours later I wind up in Ohicago.
And I'm saying to myself,
"Vincent, where the hell are you going?"
That's when it hits me.
I'm coming to see you.
You drove all that way just to see me?
Only four days and 18 speeding tickets.
But it's OK, I got my own business now.
- I got four stretch limos.
- Wow.
Yeah, fully loaded, the works.
Hey, but look.
You know, I realise
I didn't call or nothing, so...
If you got some plans...
Ah, well, I was gonna...
I have nothing to do.
I'm just going home.
Maybe we could do something,
play some miniature golf or something.
- Vinny, it's late.
- Yeah, I know.
All right, that's all right, you know.
I mean, hey. You know,
I felt like taking a drive anyway.
It's New Year's Eve. You probably
had a wild night or something.
I mean, who needs a visit
from the Vin Man on New Year's Eve?
I understand. Hey, look.
You have a good New Year's, all right?
I'm gonna take off.
Vinny.
You want some breakfast?
Um, I could eat something. I'm kinda
hungry. I've been driving a while.
I could make you an omelette.
Oh, yeah? You're a good cook?
I've been doing some cooking myself.
How about I make you an omelette, huh?
That would be nice.
Wait a minute,
hang on, I got... Hang on...
What?
Oome here.
Merry Ohristmas.
Oh, my God!
What's his name?
I didn't give him a name.
You choose something.
I don't know. He's chewing my hair up!
Look at his little face.
He's so cute.
He's a cute one, huh?
Jingle bell, jingle bell,
jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing
and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up
bushels of fun
Now thejingle hop has begun