Oh, honey. Honey, I think maybe I can fix that. I know you're upset. Oh, you picked up on...

[Carol cries over her broken glass star tree topper]
Sylvia Newman: Oh, honey.
Scott Calvin: Honey, I think maybe I can fix that. I know you're upset.
Bud Newman: Oh, you picked up on that, did you?
Scott Calvin: Bud, what is that supposed to mean?
Bud Newman: Well, maybe if you weren't working all the time, you would know.
Scott Calvin: Well, maybe you don't understand the pressure I'm under.
Bud Newman: Well, maybe it's not as bad as being ripped away from your family and told you can't see them anymore.
Mrs. Claus: Dad.
Scott Calvin: Well, maybe that's why I invited you up here, Bud. So Carol can be surrounded by her family for love and support, while I try to do things you can't even imagine. But rather than try to makes things work, it seems like you're trying to make things worse.
Bud Newman: That's it. We're leaving.
Mrs. Claus: What?
Sylvia Newman: Maybe we shouldn't have come.
Scott Calvin: Maybe you're right. Maybe you shouldn't have come.
Mrs. Claus: Maybe I should never have come either.
[Scott gets frustrated and it's like he's about to say something. Jack rushes up to him]
Jack Frost: Don't say anything you'll regret.
[Carol leaves to sit down]
Jack Frost: I think we all need to cool down for a second. Huh?
[to Scott]
Jack Frost: Why don't you and I take a walk? Come on. Let's go. Let's just go.
[Scott and Jack leave as Carol's parents comfort her]
Sylvia Newman: Oh, sweetheart.
[Jack pulls out his present to Scott as they walk away]