Later on, in the kitchen. The TV programme is over and the family sit down at the table to eat.
Mom: -Right. So now you�ve found the time to eat. Well, sit down everybody, now that the food has gotten really cold. I hope you are all happy now that you�ve upset me. I mean, I spend hours in the kitchen, I was up all night to make everything this good, but just dig in, don�t think about me, don�t say thank you. Why should you say thank you? When was the last time someone thanked me? Do as your father does, see how he�s putting all that ham on his plate, and stuffing his face. All I can think about is how this ham once was a part of a happy little pig that grunted and poked in the dirt. All I can think about is how this pig too had a mother� What didn�t the mother of this little pig hope for, what dreams didn�t she have about his future�
Sarah: - (Starts to cry) I don�t want any ham! I don�t want any ham! I just want vegetables!
Mom: - So now the food�s not good enough. This was just it. How good of Sarah to do this to her own mother on Christmas eve.
Granny: - (in her wheelchair, whining) Oh, so this is where you all are.
Dad: - Let�s eat. Eat and be quiet.
The teenage son: - Who�s going to chew granny�s food?
Dad: - Don�t tell me the hag forgot her false teeth again!
John: - I�m not going to do it. It�s Sarah�s turn.
Sarah: It�s not. And by the way, I�m not having any ham.
Mom: - There, there. No arguing. I�m sure we have some crisp bread we can soak�
Dad: - (spits out the ham) Oh yuck! This ham is still raw!
Mom: - Well, it wasn�t my idea to microwave it.
Dad: - Oh? Then whose idea was it? Mine perhaps?
John, Sarah, the teenage son and mom: - YES!
Dad: - See, this is so typical of you, turning the family against me like that!
Mom: - Really? You know, if this was a play by Strindberg there would be a straitjacket coming your way soon!
Dad: - That�s possible, but if this was a play by Nor�n you�d only be in it as ashes in an urn on the mantelpiece.
The teenage son: - Stop it, both of you. You can�t think like that. I mean, if this was a play by Gardell I would be a faggot.
Mom and Dad: - This is a play by Gardell.
The teenage son: - Shit!!
Mom, Dad, Sarah and John: - A-HA!
Sarah: - Mom, granny is crying.
Mom: - Well, who wouldn�t want to cry with one of those in the family.