Platypus goes to the bar and asks Sarah for some water. Sarah, who is wearing a ridiculous Santa Claus kerchief on her head, tells her that she was trying to figure out some way to get more money out of her two jobs in order to help Cecilia. Platypus asks rudely, "Why would you do that?" Sarah says she doesn't know, but she feels like she should do something: "I mean, I even tried to take back my brand new coat to give her money. But that's stupid, right? I mean, I feel bad for her, but I don't like her." Platypus says, "Nobody should give anyone anything." Well, hello, Christmas Spirit! Sarah continues on as though she didn't hear what Platypus said -- and let's face it, these two never have a conversation where the one listens to the other: "I mean, I could work my whole life, sell everything I own, give Cecilia every single dime, and be left with absolutely nothing, but there would still be a million Cecilias. All of these people out there who need some kind of help -- what is my obligation?" That's right, talk yourself out of your guilt. Platypus, head in hands, tells her it's not her responsibility. Sarah goes on, "So, what? Am I supposed to feel guilty because, ohh, I really love my new coat? Or because I want things?" Platypus moans, "It depends what you're willing to do to get them." Sarah looks at her and says harshly, "What?" Platypus tells her, "Nothing, just happy freakin' holidays." They toast each other with water.

Sarah is walking down the street hugging herself in her coat, petting her muff, and admiring her paycheck and smiling to herself. She drops some change into a Salvation Army Santa's can and just feels so much better about herself as she prances down the street.