Christmas in Connecticut

I'll take it. I'll have Nora feed it tonight.
Lizka, he looks good on you.
Better than a mink coat, even.
- Felix, how I need one of those.
- No, no, no, no. For the judge.

Oh, Mr. Yardley, this is my uncle Felix.
Merry Christmas. Same to you.
Oh, and how very thoughtful of you, sir.
Excuse me, dear.
Speaking of fireplaces, Mr. Yardley...

...I'd like to show you
a little ingenious thing I've invented.

- I brought you other one with two cherries.
- Thank you very much...

...but I can't wait. I've gotta get home
and trim my Christmas tree.

- I tell them you come back later.
- Why, yes. Of course. I don't live very far.

Just a little ways down the road.
They can call me.

- Here. Here's my card.
- That's very nice, very nice.

Wait, wait, wait a minute.
This way, please.

Come, come, come, come, come.
Out the window?
Oh, a shortcut, huh?
- Why, thank you.
- Don't mention it. It's a pleasure.

Merry Christmas.
Mothproof closets, filtered ventilation
and indirect lighting.

I've introduced all modern conveniences,
without sacrificing the traditionals.

Splendid, splendid. And I suppose
Elizabeth contributed her ideas.

Elizabeth? Oh, yes.
No, no. I should say not.
I'm the architect.

I never allow anyone
to interfere with my plans.

- Oh, Felix?
- Yes?

- Everything okay?
- Hunky-dunky.

Now I go to the kitchen and make a
wonderful dinner, like you never had before.

But I thought Mrs. Sloan
was going to cook the dinner.

Uncle Felix is going to help me.
Actually, I've taught him
everything he knows.

And he always uses my recipes.
Don't you?

He thought it'd be nice to relieve me in the
kitchen so I'd have time with my guests.

That's very thoughtful of him.
But if you'll forgive my saying so...

...I won't feel the same as if you
had cooked it, Mrs. Sloan.

Believe me, you will feel much better.