Merry Christmas To All And To All a Good Night!
I know this doesn’t make any sense, because it doesn’t make any sense to me. But…eight years from now…I, I need to call you, and I, I can’t call you if I don’t have your number.
Look, Penny, just, just give me your number, and, and I, I know I’ve ruined things, and I know you think things are over between us, but they’re not. If there’s any part of you that still believes in us, just give me your number.
And what’s to say you won’t call me tonight, or tomorrow.
I won’t call for eight years. December 24, 2004. Christmas Eve. I promise. Please, Pen.