JOSEPH: I'd like to give that manager a word or two over this so-called pharaoh's suite. We're in a barn!

MARY: Joseph!



JOSEPH: Don't be angry. I'm not mad at you. It's just...the principle of the matter. You know me, it's not like I go into every business trying to tell them how to run the place. But this place, wow, we're never staying here again, that's for sure.

MARY: No, the baby. I'm having the baby.



WISE MAN 1: Great, now we're completely lost. Everyone's going to laugh.

WISE MAN 2: And that stupid star has been in my eyes all night blazing like the sun. It's blinding me!

WSIE MAN 3: Wait...it's been there ahead of us...all night?



WISE MEN: D'oh!



MARY: Isn't he wonderful? A perfect little angel.

JOSEPH: Yes, he's quite remarkable.

MARY: What's wrong Joseph?



JOSEPH: Our child. Our son. And yet, he is nothing of me. He may have your eyes or your chin, but what will he have of mine?

MARY: How much more could a man want his son to favor him, than to realize that he himself was created in his son's image?



