[Val induces a fantasy about Gil's divorced parents]
Val Boyd: Think your Dad will ever come back?
Marian Gilbert: Why can he? He's married and has a couple of kids.
Val Boyd: But how do you know he's happy?
Marian Gilbert: He's crazy about her.
Val Boyd: I know, but just suppose he suddenly realized his second marriage was a tragic mistake. His eyes are opened at last, and he knows now that your mother is the only woman he's ever loved in his whole life.
Marian Gilbert: I don't think there's much chance of that.
Val Boyd: So there's nothing to do but tell her the truth... the scond wife I mean. He's simply got to go back to the only woman he's loved in his whole life. Good-bye, second wife.
Marian Gilbert: You think that's really possible?
Val Boyd: Well, he's got no other choice. He can't go living a lie, can he? He's got to go back to his one true love.
Marian Gilbert: Maybe, during Christmas.
Val Boyd: Chirstmas Eve maybe.
Marian Gilbert: About 6:00.
Val Boyd: You and your mother are all alone trimming the tree, when suddenly the doorbell rings.
Marian Gilbert: I'd be the one to go and answer it.
Val Boyd: But you'd be wondering 'who on earth it could be,' because you weren't expectign anyone. He'd open the door, and he'd be standig there simply loaded with presents. And before you could say anything, he'd say, 'Shhhh,' because he wants to surprise your mother. At first, he'd give you a big hugh, just as tight as he could.
Marian Gilbert: And them Mom would come down wondering who it was, beause she'd be wondering why she didn't hear anybody say anything.
Val Boyd: And for a long time, they'd just stand there and stare at each other not saying anything.
Marian Gilbert: They wouldn't have to.
Val Boyd: [sighing mid-sentence] And then he'd take her in his arms, and rain kisses on her upturned face, and they'd just... love each other to death right there at the front door.
