Sage: Hey. Where have you been? I've been waiting forever.

Lorenzo: Waiting for what?

Sage: The christmas tree, remember? You promised we'd get one. And a wreath. This apartment is shameful. Not even a sprig of holly?

Lorenzo: Sage, I'm not up for christmas shopping, ok?

Sage: Uncle lorenzo, you promised.

[Knock on door]

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Sage: This would be so much cooler if we went to pick out a christmas tree together instead of you sending me with a couple of dopey guards.

Lorenzo: This way you can surprise me.

Sage: You know what your problem is?

Lorenzo: I'm sure you're going to tell me.

Sage: You've spent too much of your life alone. You don't remember what it's like to spend the holidays with someone you love. So I guess that's my job. I'm going to bring back the best tree in all of port charles.