Joy to the World

: Live from our studio in New York City,

Another Cup with Liza Brown.

And here she is!

Welcome to Another Cup with Liza Brown.

: Hi!

(Liza): Our guest host this week

is none other than lifestyle guru and author

of Volume 1 through 12 of Joy to the World.

Please welcome, Joy Edwards.

Great to have you, Joy.

Oh, it's great to be here, Liza.

You know not only write about the perfect lifestyle,

you live it. Are you a perfectionist?

Absolutely not.

As long as everything is exactly as it should be,

I'm totally flexible.

Speaking of perfect, your country home, Goose Lane!

: Ooh!

: Oh, it's almost too good to be true.

Unreal. Tell us about Christmas at Goose Lane.

Well, for me, the holidays are all about family.

I mean, we trim the tree, we hang the stocking.

And of course, those long, romantic walks

to the refrigerator. (Laughs)

Your fans love you so much

because we feel like we know you and your family.

Tori and Tommy, they're 8 and 13 now.

Oh, where does the time? (Chuckles)

Oh, your mom and dad. Will we ever get to meet them all?

Uh, well, not if I'm going to continue selling books.

No, they're as wonderful as you would expect.

But privacy is important to us.

At least tell us your recipe for a happy marriage.

I'm not sure there's a recipe for that.

But I will say to all the ladies out there...

No matter how long it takes, pick the right guy.

Find the one that ruins your lipstick, not your mascara.

You heard it form the source, folks. She writes about it,

she lives it. Now, let's see her cook it!

If you set the table and put it on a nice plate,

even bad food tastes better.

: Girl, I'm going to your house for Christmas.

Well, I'll set an extra plate.

If you're looking for a last minute holiday gift,

look no further than "Joy to the World:

Christmas at Goose Lane".

We'll be back with more Joy Edwards

after these messages. Santa's watching,

so be nice and stay tuned.

Oh.

: Reset the island, please.

This is great. Your Insta is blowing up.

- (scoffs) - Is the week over yet?

It's Monday, Joy.

Yeah, I don't know how I'm going to keep this up.

Hey, are you kidding? You're a natural.

Yeah, that's what scares me.

Yeah, you know what scares me? Plummeting sales.

I meant what I said, Josh, this is my last book.

I need a life.

Okay, Joy, sweetie,

you have an SUV and a chauffeur waiting in the freezing cold

to drive you home. This is a life.

: We need you in a second here, okay?

One second. I need a real life.

Trust me, it's overrated.

: Merry Christmas!

: Miss Edwards.

Hey, that was a cute accent.

: Thank you.

Thought I would spice things up a bit.

Caught the show. You were brilliant as always.

Oh, really? I was so nervous.

Although you did steal my line about

romantic walks to the fridge.

Sorry.

It's all good. I'll let you slide.

Besides, now I can tell my patrons I've been quoted on TV.

Um, a food show.

: I'll leave that point out.

: So, drive-thru?

Spicy burritos and iceberg shakes.

- Ice fire sauce? - Chili fries.

Thank you for doing this. It's so embarrassing.

: Hey, come on, who hasn't used as a fake chauffeur

now and then? (Scoffs)

Well, tomorrow, I'm taking an Uber.

Yeah, Uber my dead body.

Hey, come on, it's the least I can do.

You've been letting me crash in your guest house

since Thanksgiving.

You know you can stay here as long as you like.

Well, thank you, but like I said,

I'll be outta your hair before the holidays.

Holidays? What holidays?

- (phone ringing) - Oh, hold on.

Ooh, Redhead. That's new for you.

Yeah, she works at the bakery.

I went in for coffee a few times. I was... cordial.

- You know me. - Huh. You are a cordial guy.

Well, I think she misread my cordiality.

Ha. Just another person who finds you irresistible.

No, it's just you.

Pfft! Ha!

Come on, you named your fake husband after me.

It was another Max.

- What other Max? What, Mad Max? - No.

- Max Mercury? - No.

- Max Schmeling? - Who's Max Schmeling?

Heavyweight champion of the world, 1930.

Uh, it was another Max.

Yeah.

: You had your chance.

You remember that bad diner you used to work at?

I remember you pretending to like the food.

Yeah, it took me four bowls of that stew

to work up the courage to ask you out.

You gave me heartburn and a broken heart.

I did not break your heart.

How do you know?

Y-you had a string of girls waiting in the wings.

Just like always.

Yeah, but think of all the bad dates

you would have spared me if you hadn't decided

that we were just better off as friends.

So, the bad dates are my fault now?

Yeah.

Well, we are still friends.

Well, a Goose Lane friendship,

Volume 17.

See you in the morning.

Yup.

: Max von Sydow.

The old priest in The Exorcist.

Well, we tried.

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

Oh, Marta! How many times are you gonna do that?

: Never gets old.

And why do I bother making your bed

when you sleep down here every night?

It's not every night, and I make my own bed.

Ha! It is, according to my count.

- Oh, well, stop counting. - And vacuuming.

In fact, just take the day off!

You gave me the day off yesterday and you

have a show tomorrow.

Oh.

Did you make coffee?

It's your turn. And not so strong.

Aren't you gonna ask me if I saw the show?

Because I did.

Dodged another bullet, if you ask me.

Which I'm not.

You could solve all your problems

by putting a stop to this.

Which I plan to, after Christmas.

: You said that last Christmas.

Look, Mr. Merriman's really counting on this book.

: You said that last Christmas, too.

Keep this up, you'll be alone for the rest of your life.

I'm not alone, I have you.

And Mr. Handsome out there in the guest house.

He's a friend, Marta.

Then what's he still doing here?

- I don't know. - His loft has water damage.

Whatever you say.

And don't wear that red lipstick on camera.

It's not your color.

You need a little Christmas in this place.

Oh, hey Sabrina.

Hi, Joy. Just delivering the wrapping paper you ordered,

14 rolls.

Wow, I thought I ordered two?

Not according to my records.

That's $146 including tax. PayPal, Venmo or Zelle?

Come on in. Wait, aren't you supposed to be at school?

: It's winter break.

Right. Okay, so you said 140?