Divorce papers. Merry Christmas, you son of a bitch.
Stefan: I don't know if I can wait until tomorrow morning to open this.
Abigail: Well, I think you can be forgiven for opening one special present on Christmas Eve.
Stefan: Just don't tell Santa.
[Stefan opens the box.]
Stefan: Oh. [opens and unrolls documents] What the hell is this?
Abigail: Divorce papers. Merry Christmas, you son of a bitch.