Dashing Through the Snow

Okay, Cleo, it's time to go, honey.

But, Mom,

I'm Blitzen,

and Santa's still working.

Okay, Blitzen.

One more time around, and then we go, okay? I mean it.

Come on, all you reindeer, Santa needs us.

Okay, so he's 35.

He's never been married--

Okay, there is trouble right there.

No, he's just waiting for the right one,

and it could be you.

Oh, my gosh.

Can you hand me that star over there?

You made this?

Oh, yes, it's my new line.

They're all hand-crafted and original designs.

I love it. How much?

Oh, this one is actually not for sale.

Aw. Probably for the best.

My cat would break it in a second.

Okay, now, about Mr. Right.

He's a software engineer for a new start-up company,

and he's a dog nut, just like you.

Great. Holly...

Holly, I told you, I'm just, I'm not ready.

Ashley Jane Harrison!

You said that six months ago.

Yes, exactly.

It takes six months for a broken leg to heal.

Just imagine the complexities of the human heart.

You have to learn how to rebuild trust.

You've got to learn how to let your guard down again.

You've got to recalibrate your Truth-o-Meter.

Your Truth-o what?

You know, your Truth-o-Meter,

The little meter in your brain

that lets you know

when your so-called boyfriend is lying

when he says that he's 100% over his ex-fiancée.

Yeah.

Clearly, my Truth-o-Meter is out of whack.

I told him we'd all have drinks

tonight.

Are you kidding?

Come on, one drink.

You've gotta get your game back.

No, I have to get on an 8:00 flight.

Tomorrow.

It's holiday travel.

I am going to have to get up at the crack of dawn.

You're making excuses.

Exactly.

If you really want to meet someone, you gotta--

Oh, but, no, I don't.

So...

Oh, here comes Blitzen.

Okay, fine.

This is me backing off.

Okay, have a good trip home,

and, uh, say hi to your mom.

How's she doing?

Um, you know, she's...

she misses Dad.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm ready, Mom!

Okay. Good job, honey.

Well, tell her that Blitzen and I send our love.

I will. She'll like that.

Okay. All right. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Ashley!

Merry Christmas, sweetie.

Bye, all you reindeer!

Merry Christmas, Ashley!

Bye!

Have a good trip!

I just put in my name and my flight number.

What? I can't go to the ticket agent.

I don't have time, I will miss my flight.

Yeah. Like you care.

Check that line-up.

Excuse me, does anybody mind

if I just jump in front of the line?

Because my flight's really... soon.

Okay, I was just... checking.

Look over there.

Let's cover all of it.

Yes, sir. Right away.

Could you spell your last name again?

Again?

Because you think it maybe has changed

since the last five times--

You're sure it's Harrison as in "son"? S-O-N.

Am I sure how to spell my own name?

Yes.

Ashley Harrison, like "son."

Hmm.

What? What's that look? What's "Hmm."

I'm afraid you're going to have to stand aside.

No, no, no, I have a reservation--

An agent will be right over--

-The flight's in 10 minutes! -Stand right there, please.

You don't understand, I need to be on this flight.

I have to get--

Ma'am. Right back over there, please.

My mother is in Seattle, and she's expecting me.

It is Christmas!

Okay, I know I should have booked my flight earlier,

but I have been knitting like crazy

trying to get my inventory ready for this holiday season, and...

I mean, come on, please, look,

I have calluses,

from knitting!

Did you even know that was possible?

An agent will be right with you, Miss Ashley Harrison.

Next in line!

Just one sec.

What if I give you this?

Look, it's my best seller.

It's pure Angora wool.

It's really soft and lovely.

It looks really beautiful on you,

it brings out your eyes--

Airport professionals do not accept bribes.

Can you at least just tell me why?

An agent will be right with you.

Happy holidays.

Next!

I can't believe this.

Look at all the cancellations.

Look, every single flight.

Every single flight!

I mean, can you believe that?

Great.

Plan B.

Hey!

Hey, you can't go over there!

Excuse me.

Hey!

She's leaving!

Hello, ladies.

I don't need anything special.

Just your regular run-of-the-mill car,

just something that goes forwards and backwards,

'cause I'm just going to Seattle, so it's not--

You're funny.

Why?

We have exactly one car left on our lot,

and by "we," I mean everyone,

all of us,

the whole airport.

Okay, that's fine--

I'll take it!

I'm sorry, you can't do that.

Whatever it is, I'll take it.

Okay, first of all,

airport professionals do not accept bribes.

Nice scarf.

Drivers license and credit card, please?

Yeah, sure.

Drop off or round trip?

Uh, drop off in Seattle.

You can't do this. I was here first.

I really need to get up to Seattle by tomorrow, so...

I really need to get up to Seattle,

and I was here first.

I would like to know why

we're not talking about the fact that I was here first.

Insurance and pre-paid gas?

Sure.

You know what, I have a really good idea,

why don't we split it?

I'll take care of the rental car,

you take care of the gas.

Like I'm going to get into a car with a stranger,

especially one who bribes very unprofessional

airport car rental people associates.

Agent people.

I don't care--

It's your call.

I mean, it looks like we're both going up to Seattle, so...

No, because I've seen this movie,

and I know how it ends.

Some...

quasi-attractive, charming, friendly,

wrinkled shirt guy

ends up being an axe murderer,

and the sound track is like--

That's "Jaws."

Please sign at the bottom.

You know what, I don't care what it is,

this is ridiculous.

This is unprofessional.

Well, suit yourself.

- Merry Christmas. - And to you, sir.

And my shirt's not that wrinkled.

I cannot believe you.

You're mean.

-Okay, have a good one. -I just want to go to Seattle.

Do not have a merry Christmas.