DONNA: Good morning, Josh.
JOSH: Good morning, Donna, and a Merry Christmas to you and your whole Protestant family.
DONNA: Thank you.
JOSH: As you can see, I have not yet bought your Christmas present.
DONNA: Yes, and I know you're agonizing over how to best express your appreciation and affection for me at this time of year.
JOSH: That and how I scrape together the 10 bucks.
DONNA: I've prepared a list.
JOSH: Of Christmas gift suggestions?
JOSH: (reading) Ski pants ... ski boots ... ski hat ... ski goggles ... ski gloves ... ski poles ... I'm assuming you already have skis?
DONNA: Page two.
DONNA: Just pick something off the list, and, you know, feel free to pick two things.
JOSH: I should feel that freedom?
DONNA: I want to learn how to ski.
DONNA: I like the equipment.
DONNA: Where are you going?
JOSH: I need to speak to Leo.
JOSH: He wants to talk about your Christmas present.
DONNA: So you'll think about the skis?
JOSH: Yeah ... I'll give that a lot of thought.
DONNA: I need to talk to you.
JOSH: Donna, I can assure you I'm giving your Christmas list the consideration it--
DONNA: Seriously. What's going on with Leo?
JOSH: Donna ...
DONNA: I just heard something.
JOSH: From who?
DONNA: From Margaret.
JOSH: The two of you shouldn't be--
DONNA: Yeah, well, we did.
DONNA: Is it true?
JOSH: Well, what?
DONNA: What are you going to do?
JOSH: For the moment? Nothing. We're--
JOSH: Wait and see how--
DONNA: You're going to wait and see?
JOSH: There's not much else we can do.
DONNA: But we'll see?
JOSH: Yes. Could you stop looking at me with the face?
DONNA: It's my face.
JOSH: Like I just killed your hamster?
DONNA: I just think if the tables were turned--
DONNA: If one of us were in trouble, he would be the first person--
JOSH: I know! (beat) I know.
DONNA: It was my regular face Josh. I wasn't trying to guilt you.
JOSH: I know. (beat) I have to work.
DONNA: Heimlich Beckengruber on The Art and Artistry of Alpine Skiing?
JOSH: It's got a molted calf cover and original drab boards.
DONNA: I don't know what to say.
JOSH: I wrote a note inside ... (Donna opens the book to read the inscription and immediately begins tearing up) ... Donna ... don't get emotional ... Donna, don't get ... let's try and maintain some kind of--
DONNA: You see? You spend most of your time being, you know ... you. Then you write something like this to me ... thank you.
JOSH: I meant it.
(she hugs him tightly, and he hugs back equally as tightly, burying his face in her hair)
DONNA: Skis would have killed you?
(Josh walks away, then hangs back in the distance and watches Donna reread the inscription)