Those decorations are off-limits. Why? His Grace would never approve. And take this...

Mrs. Birch: Those decorations are off-limits. Jules Daly: Why? Mrs. Birch: His Grace would never approve. And take this monstrous tree back where it came from. Jules Daly: You're kidding, right? It's Christmas. [seeing her look of disapproval] Jules Daly: You're not kidding. Oh, can't you let it slide just this once? Mrs. Birch: We don't slide around at Castlebury Hall. Jules Daly: Um... Mrs. Birch, do you have kids? Mrs. Birch: No. Jules Daly: Nieces or nephews? Mrs. Birch: No. Jules Daly: But you were a kid once, right? How can you deny two children a tree at Christmas? Don't you remember what it was like? Mrs. Birch: [sobbing a few moments later] It was a miserable childhood. I never had a happy Christmas. One year... I actually got a lump of coal in my stocking. Floyd: That's terrible. Jules Daly: No little girl deserves that. Mrs. Birch: Well, I might have. But still. [getting to her feet with a laugh] Mrs. Birch: All right. I'm ready. Jules Daly: That's the spirit, Mrs. Birch. Right. [she's passed an ornament] Jules Daly: First decoration on. Done.