Clark: Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
Less than a day after the ice breaks the neighbors' window, it has fixed itself in the outside shots as Clark is stuck in the attic.
The director, Jeremiah Chechik, is on the cover of People Magazine that Clark is reading in his bedroom.