Hey, you guys, guess what.
[bell dinging]
The British are coming?
Oh, you and your ways.
Since it's Christmas time, I'm gonna be
one of those people collecting donations.
Yeah, I already have my bell
and later on, I get my bucket.
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna be out there
spreading joy to the people.
I mean, last year, I spread a little joy
but not really enough
so this year, I'm gonna do the whole city.
You know, I knew a girl in high school who did that.
- She was very popular. - Ha.
Uh, so, Pheebs, uh, where are you doing all your bell ringing?
[gasps] They gave me a great spot right by Macy's.
Yeah, they hardly ever give such a good corner to a rookie
but I'm the only one who can say
Merry Christmas in 25 languages.
I lied.
Happy holidays. Feliz Navidad.
Allo, and Merry Christmas.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Here's some joy.
- 'Phoebe.' - Hey.
I wanted to see how it's going.
- Well, it's going okay. - Well, good.
Here, let me help you out.
- Oh, thanks. - Yeah.
Wow.
Is that a new suede jacket? It looks really expensive.
Yeah...I...I guess.
Just get your nails done?
Yes, Phoebe, but this is all I have, okay?
Okay. Thanks.
Happy Holidays. Here's your joy.
Thank you.
Thank you. Happy Holidays.
Wait. You can't take the money out.
I'm making change. I need change for the bus.
But can't you leave the dollar?
- This money's for the poor. - I'm poor.
I gotta take the bus.
Okay, season's greetings and everything, but still..
Bite me, blondie!
Oh!
Oh, I'm gonna give him something besides joy.
Just..
Thank you. Happy Holidays.
No, that's trash, young lady.
No, you can't.. Hey, stop that young lady!
She donated trash!
Hey!
The charity's on fire!
Help. Oh, good.
Thank you. I need that.
Whoa! What is this?
It's 9 o'clock in the morning.
Nobody, nobody respects the bucket.
You wouldn't believe what people put in here.
Look, okay. Does this look like a garbage can to you?
- No. - Does it look like an ashtray?
- No. - Does it look like a urinal?
Ew.
So, Pheebs, are you gonna go back out there or what?
Well, yeah, but I'm not gonna take any more crap, okay?
No more Mrs. Nice Bucket.
Good for you. You know, you're tough. You lived on the street.
Yeah, I'm gonna go back to being street Phoebe.
Yeah.
Oh, but you know what, I can't go totally back
because street Phoebe really wouldn't be
friends with you guys.
Whoa-oh-oh! Wait a minute. Open your hand.
Let me take a look.
Quarter, dime, lint.
Not interested in that.
What's this, a Canadian coin?
Get out of here!
Gosh.
Whoa! No drinks near the bucket.
Set it down over there
and then you can make a contribution.
And you leave the "hurt bunny" look over there, too.
Oh, hi, Bob.
I thought I told you to get out of here!
Uh, Phoebe, we've been getting complaints
and, uh, we're gonna move you to a less high-profile spot.
What?
Uh, Ginger's gonna take over this corner.
That chick can't handle my corner.
Look, either you leave or we remove you.
Fine.
[bell dinging]
Alright. I'll give you one pointer.
Look out for that bitch.
[instrumental music]