Here's the fruitcake.

Boy, what a fruitcake you are.

Sends me a fruitcake every Christmas.

I'm gonna send him a fruitcake every Christmas.

Yeah, he has a heart of gold don't touch the fruitcake. Right?

Look, I'm gonna cook dinner for us. We'll have fruitcake for dessert.

Don't touch the fruitcake! You find a way to be happy with what's happened.

About two more days of this... and this ratbitten end of a piece of bread's gonna taste like a hunk of fruitcake.