“It’s Christmas Eve, Doc. Crazier things have happened on this night than a doctor and a bartender.”
WADE: Man you were a damn good Santa.. before. I remember. You knew how to coax the shy ones and soften the blow for the ones who wanted more than their parents could afford. You were great. And yeah, one year.. you weren’t. Come on Dad, she had just died. The cancer was.. it was awful. Do you think anybody in this town remembers you messing that Christmas up?
EARL: You do.
WADE: Yeah. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand.
EARL: Told the Doctor I wanted to be Santa because I wanted to make it up to everyone. To you. I can’t.. I just can’t go out there again.
WADE: Dad, it’s a time for miracles. And not for me, but you: Earl. You can be a normal person for two hours. I’ll help you.
ZOE: You never told me any of that stuff about your family.
WADE: You never asked.
ZOE: It wasn’t the way we were. Doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to know.
WADE: Well, it’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?