Lilly Faye: It's New Year's Eve. I hope Frank hasn't forgotten our date.
Lilly Faye: Frank, you remembered! Happy New Year!
Mr. Frank: I could never forget a date with you Doll Face, especially on a romantic night like this.
Lilly Faye: Let's sit out here, so we can see the neighborhood fireworks.
Mr. Frank: We can make our own fireworks, Doll.
Lilly Faye: Giggle, giggle. Why don't you open the champagne.
Mr. Frank: Let me put on my party hat first.
Mr. Frank: There, that's better.
Mr. Frank: Sniff, sniff. Smells like a good vintage.
Mr. Frank: I'd like to propose a toast. To us, may 2015 be our best, most romantic year yet!
Lilly Faye: I know it will be a good year with you by my side, Frank.
The champagne is tickling my nose.
Lilly Faye: I bought some mistletoe for the occasion, but now I can't find it.
Mr. Frank: Was it a bunch of green stuff tied up with a red ribbon? I ate it.
Lilly Faye: Oh, no! Mistletoe is poisonous, Frank! You need to have your stomach pumped right away!
Mr. Frank: Nah, it didn't taste very good, so I hurled it up. You might want to avoid your side yard for a few days.
Lilly Faye: Good to know.
Mr. Frank: I don't need mistletoe to smooch on my girl.
Mr. Frank: Pucker up, Doll.
Lilly Faye: Oh, Frankie! Kiss, kiss.
Mr. Frank: Smooch!
Lilly Faye: You're a good kisser Frank.
Mr. Frank: I'm one lucky fella.
Lilly Faye: I wish the whole world could be as happy as we are right now.
May 2015 be your best year yet!
Happy New Year!