Harry: "I mean there are a thousand abused kids stories out there, what is it about this one?"
Harry: "Shoot it."
Harry: "Well, our esteemed producer has sent me over to tell you his sad story. It seems he has a plane to catch, but he can't leave until he fills a four minute, seven-second hole in the 7:00 show."
Andrea: "It's a good story, Harry. It's got all the earmarks of a damn good story. I don't know, Harry. You go to the supermarket, and mothers are slapping their kids around, right? You go to restaurants, and old married couples are staring past each other. You turn on the news, and everybody's going to war. And here are these people. They've sold half of everything they own. They're in debt up to their ears. Everyone's telling them, forget it, she's not even your kid. And the Christmas tree is still standing because she hasn't opened her presents yet. Oh, hell, Harry, I don't know, I sure don't see that kind of love very much in this world."
Harry: "Careful, Newman. You're getting involved."
Andrea: "How can I get away with that?"
Harry: "Put it up on the assignment board that you're covering the opening of duck-hunting season."
Andrea: "Duck-hunting seasons two months away."
Harry: "Casey doesn't know that. The only time he ventures out into the great outdoors is to cross the street for a haircut."
Andrea: "Little Girl Lost is 4:07."
Harry: "Really?? I'll be damned."
Andrea: "Harry, what about Casey?"
Harry: "Hes gone home to eat Christmas turkey, or be one. I'm the news director tonight."
Andrea: "This isn't April Fools?"
Harry: "This is Christmas, Newman. Merry Christmas."
