Elisabeth Moss: Holly

Frosty Returns

Holly

Frosty: [sees the Summer Wheeze trucks pass by and spray the snow away] Oh, no!
Holly: Don't get upset, Frosty.
Frosty: Upset? "Upset" is waking up and finding out somebody forgot to give you a belly button. "Upset" is finding out somebody stole your nose to play foosball! This ain't "upset", kid! This is PANIC! I'm two squirts from being HISTORY!

Holly: Don't leave, Frosty.
Frosty: Don't worry, kid, I'll be back. Gimme some time to find me a new bowtie. This time no polka dots. Maybe somethin' in a nice blue, not too busy. Or green, I like green. Brings out my eyes.

Holly: What is this stuff?
Lil: Well, it's the greatest invention since microwave pancakes! It's called Summer Wheeze. Watch this.
[she starts spraying at the snow till it magically disappears]
Lil: Yeah, and *you* thought you were the only magician in the family, didn't ya, huh? Didn't ya?

Holly: This is my friend Charles.
Frosty: Nice to meet you. I take it he doesn't dance... Doesn't blink much either.

Narrator: Holly's plan seemed to flow without a hitch until...
Miss Carbunkle: [seeing Holly's turkey drumstick sticking out from her desk] Holly, what is that sticking out of your desk?
Holly: It's - just my lunch. Turkey.
Miss Carbunkle: Don't you think you should cook it first?
[the rest of the class laughs except Charles; Miss Carbunkle silences them]
Miss Carbunkle: That's enough! Young lady, a school desk is no place for *poultry*, unless you choose to present it as a science project.
Holly: I do.
Miss Carbunkle: Well, then you'll have to wait until Charles is finished. Continue, Charles!

Holly: [seeing Charles carrying heavy bags of snow] What's that?
Charles: Snow. I was saving it in the freezer for an experiment, but I figured Frosty needs it more than me. Gee, this place is starting to look drier than Miss Carbuncle's knees.
Holly: Mr. Twitchell's trucks drove through while you were gone. Come on, we better hurry.

Holly: [Holly is chasing her hat down the street, not watching where she's going, she ends up literally running into her teacher Miss Carbunkle] Oh! I'm sorry, I..uh--Miss Carbunkle!
Miss Carbunkle: [Scolding] Is THIS how you spend your day off, young lady? Organizing a game of Tackle the Teacher?
Holly: No. You see, I was practicing...
Miss Carbunkle: Why don't you save your story for tomorrow's composition? Right now, Miss Carbunkle has a sidewalk to plow.
[starts shoveling snow into a pile]
Miss Carbunkle: Before you know it this darn snow turns into slush, and where there's slush there's ice, and where there's ice, there's broken hips, and where there's broken hips, there's substitute teachers!
Holly: Miss Carbunkle, if you should see my hat...
Miss Carbunkle: Not that I don't like the snow, just prefer it in its proper place, like on mountaintops, and poetry, and songs by Bing Crosby!
Holly: Good bye, Miss Carbunkle!
[walks away]
Miss Carbunkle: It's no winter wonderland when you're skidding into a telephone pole!