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Christmas Group Therapy.

"We've been invited to another Christmas superspreader party."

'I can't force jocose if I'm not feeling it.'

'Senior management wanted me to raise morale so I made Lionel from accounts 'office jester'!'

"Think of it as buying in – not selling out."

'Eat less. Drink less. Be merry more.'

Santa does a keg stand.

'Mr. Coleman is on vacation. Would you care to hold?'

"Hello. I'm director Bob ('Blue Fires') Munsey and this is screenwriter Doris ('Highway to Nowhere') Winslow."

Mood Swings.

TV stage door

"You're looking at the next Bob Dylan."

"This next song is about narrow-minded record executives and their reluctance to take a chance on anything a bit different."

"I don't know what that is, either - it could be the Olsen twins."

"Michael, do your dinner."

Hot Cross Bun

'Joke emporium' 'Next prankster'

"Since the operation, the slightest thing sets him off."

Santa Claus Heralding the New Year

"Changing room, my foot! You're still a grump."

'The doctor is ready to see you, Teddy...Bring your handler!'

"The safest way back into the charts is a dramatic death after a party with girls, booze, and drugs!"

Merry Christmas!

"It's the U.N. inspectors, Michael. They want access to your room."

"The proposal sounds good. Of course, I still have to run it by my people over at the Psychic Friends Network."

'Game shows were popular right from the start ? especially when the game won.'

"Oh my gosh, you're RIGHT! The boundary between our franchise territories is 54th Street! I'm so sorry, guy! My fault entirely!"

Chameleon. Calmer Chameleon. Calmer Calmer Calmer Calmer Calmer Chameleon.

Grandchildren's Menu: Whatever's on your plate and no funny business

"Let's be realistic. Are we all going to try to keep this party afloat, or should we just go home and forget it?"

Bipolar Institute - grIN and pOUT.

"This medication doesn't have any side effects, just up-and-down effects."

"You can use Dave's cubicle. He has Seasonal Affective Disorder and won't be using it this winter. Whoa! I guess I'm wrong. There he is, hibernating under the desk!"

Hoping to soften its image, the IRS devises the singing audit-gram.

"I'm adding the laundry room and kitchen to your GPS. Judging by all the clothes and dishes in your room, you don't know the locations."