Nate: We’re at a party.

Charlie: Actually we’re outside a party. Nate: You should be inside. You wouldn’t want our colleagues to think we’re friends.

Charlie: I’ll go back when I know you’re okay.

Nate: Because you care so much.

Charlie: So much.

Nate: If that’s true, then you really suck at making cards.

Charlie: I thought it was pretty clear.

Nate: Nothing says you care like (reading from the card) “Dear Nate, I’m friend dumping you – Merry Christmas.”

Charlie: I guess it’s really more direct than clear.

Nate: Why are you out here?

Charlie: Because when a grown man walks away from the drunk co-worker dressed like slutty Mrs. Claus who’s throwing herself at him to sit in the snow, alone, somebody should make sure he’s okay.

Nate: I’m fine. You can go back to your friends now.