This is the season.
My name`s Wednesday.
My partner`s Frank Jones.
The Chief`s name is Captain Kellogg.
December the 24th, Christmas Eve.
They brought in a guy named `Grudge`.
When I heard what they booked him on, my blood ran cold.
It was a 4096325- 096704: not believing in Santa Claus.
4:35 p.m.
I was working the holiday watch out of homicide with Frank.
`Hang up your stocking yet, Joe?`
`Yeah, just before I come down. You too Frank?`
`Alway do.
Hung it up early just in case I have`ta work late tonight.
Wouldn`t wanna miss out on when Santa Claus comes you know. `
`Sure wouldn`t, be a shame.`
`Whatcha gonna do tomorrow, Joe?
Whatcha gonna do on Christmas, got any plans?`
`Nothin` much.`
`Why don`t you come by the house Joe?
We`re gonna have Christmas dinner.
You know, all the trimmings:
turkey, celery stuffing, oysters maybe.
Chestnuts, all the trimmings, you know.
Cranberry sauce, love`ta have ya.
The Missus always fixes a plate of relish
with them little carrot sticks.
You know, olives, pickles, scallions.
Most people call them green onions, but they`re really scallions.
Did you ever notice that Joe?`
`Notice what Frank?`
`How most people call them green onions but they`re really scallions.`