I was looking around the castle and I couldn't find your Christmas tree. Because there...

Jules Daly: I was looking around the castle and I couldn't find your Christmas tree. Edward Duke of Castlebury: Because there isn't one. Jules Daly: Why not? Edward Duke of Castlebury: I don't like them. They're messy, dirty things that drip sticky sap all over the mahogany. Ashton Prince of Castlebury: Father. Jules Daly: But they make children happy. Edward Duke of Castlebury: I don't want one. Jules Daly: Then could you please tell me what you *do* want? Ashton Prince of Castlebury: I don't think he knows. Edward Duke of Castlebury: Oh, yes, I do. Jules Daly: I want to know why I brought these kids here if it wasn't to give them a merry Christmas. And I'm not talking about some creepy wannabe holiday in a clammy castle where everybody's walking around like "Dawn of the Living Dead." I'm talking about a holly, jolly Christmas with bells and bows and a big, fat, messy, sappy Christmas tree, with twinkling lights so Santa knows where the heck we are. These kids have had a really tough year. Edward Duke of Castlebury: So have we. Jules Daly: Then we all deserve a merry Christmas, don't you think? Ashton Prince of Castlebury: [she leaves] You might reconsider the tree situation. Edward Duke of Castlebury: I will not. And if you don't like it here, you can go back to Geneva. I don't even know why you bothered coming home in the first place. Ashton Prince of Castlebury: Because I'm your son. Maybe not your favorite one, but your only living one.