“Fuck New Zealand.” “I’m serious. Isn’t that absurd? Day After New Year’s Day.” “I’m serious, too. Fuck New Zealand. They must be idiots. What the hell do you do on that day?” “I’m not sure. I suppose just celebrate the end of New Year’s Day.” “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. I have to go inside because my brain hurts so much from thinking of their dumb traditions.” “I bet you wouldn’t mind having the day off.” “I’d rather work than be associated with the stigma of belonging to a culture as wacky and ridiculous as that.” “You’re such a xenophobe.” “If I’m a xenophobe, then you’re xenocentric. I mean, come on…you celebrate Kwanzaa, what the fuck is that?” “Kwanzaa is an American Holiday that got its start in the 60’s.” “Don’t bore me with your misrepresentations.” “Don’t plague me with your hatred of all things foreign and domestic.” “Then tell the foreigners not to do such stupid things. And tell Americans to quit inventing holidays.” “Your xenophobia sickens me.” ”Does it sicken you as much as The Day After New Year’s Day sickens me?” “Do I have to answer that?” “You do.” “I do not.” “You do.”
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