DOROTHY: My little cute feet.
SARAH: I don't feel good.**
DOROTHY (RUBBING MOM'S HEAD): I feel you better.**
SARAH: How are you feeling?**
DOROTHY: Kind of fine.
DOROTHY, SEEING THE POSTMAN DOWN THE STREET: There's the mail bus!
BRIAN, PUTTING AWAY CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS, TO SARAH: Let's talk about the manger.**
DOROTHY: Mama Mary was pregnant. She had to go to Bethlehem and she rode a donkey...
DOROTHY (RUBBING MOM'S HEAD): I feel you better.**
SARAH: How are you feeling?**
DOROTHY: Kind of fine.
DOROTHY, SEEING THE POSTMAN DOWN THE STREET: There's the mail bus!
BRIAN, PUTTING AWAY CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS, TO SARAH: Let's talk about the manger.**
DOROTHY: Mama Mary was pregnant. She had to go to Bethlehem and she rode a donkey...
