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Good evening, everyo... What in God's name is that? Oh, that is our new Christmas tree. I got it at Lady Foot Locker. - Do you like it? - No, I don't, Amy. - I find it revolting. - Oh. What is this thing doing in your house? I don't know, I-I didn't wanna waste time tree shopping this year. I actually wanted to enjoy Christmas. Amy, you are a mom. Moms don't enjoy, they give joy. That's how being a mom works. And this hideous tree does not give joy to anybody. I don't know, I-I kind of like it. - Thank you. - Yeah. Who are you, and why are you talking? Mom, please be nice. This is Jessie. You met him. I'm tired of this conversation. But if you think for one second I'm gonna let your lazy shenanigans ruin Christmas for this entire family you are very much mistaken. Goodnight, dear children. Here, have some iTunes gift cards. Mom, seriously? You have to stop giving them gifts. Thanks, grandma. Honey, did you see these ornaments? They are all little shoes. I swear to God, Hank. I will drive you to a fire station and I will leave you there.
A Bad Moms Christmas
22.2s
Alright, guys. Here. - Ooh, we got some popcorn. - I got extra. - Yes. - You guys ready? - Look at that. - Okay. - This is really nice, mom. - Yeah. We should do all Christmas like this. Yeah, can we just hang out together and skip all the annoying stuff? Yeah, you guys, I... I would actually really like that. Hey, Jessie, you should come over on Christmas.
A Bad Moms Christmas
42.6s
♪ Break it down ♪ - ♪ Do something crazy ♪ - ♪ Go ♪ ♪ Go go go go go go go ♪ ♪ Go go go go go go go go go ♪ Oh, shit. Wait, you guys. Wait, wait, wait, wait. I still have to go Christmas tree shopping with my mom. I just had a really dumb idea. ♪ Do something crazy ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Whoo ♪ ♪ Hey ♪ ♪ Do something crazy ♪ ♪ Do something crazy ♪ - ♪ Do something wild ♪ - ♪ Whoo ♪ ♪ Do something crazy ♪ ♪ Do something crazy ♪♪
A Bad Moms Christmas
1m13s
You guys, you know what drives me crazy? - Genital warts? - What? - Genital warts. - No. Carla, no. No, w-w-what drives me crazy is the-is the pressure that we put on ourselves to make Christmas perfect, guys. Look, Christmas is supposed to be fun. Yes, why am I responsible for getting every gift for everyone in my entire family? I mean, just 'cause I'm a girl? - Yeah. - It's 2017! I thought so. Why can't my husband buy presents for his own mom? I don't even like his mom. She blames her farts on my kids. - What? - You know what I do? - With my big dumb son? - What? Every November, I just go into his room grab a bunch of random crap wrap it up, give it to him on Christmas. - He doesn't even notice. - Seriously? Oh, my God, I've given him the same baseball glove like nine times. And how lame are the gifts that your family gives you? I spend months picking out the perfect gift for everyone in my family and all I ever get is coupons for free back rubs. Oh, that's so wrong. You know what my son gave me last year for Christmas? A box of Ziploc baggies. Think I'll probably just wrap it up and give it back to him again this Christmas. You guys, I'm just like a-a-a giant stress ball from November to New Year's. I just wanna enjoy Christmas again. Yeah.
A Bad Moms Christmas