The Last-Minute Gift Of The Magi
Della: Merry Christmas, Jim. Before I give you my gift, I feel I must tell you something: I cut off my hair in order to buy you a chain for your watch. It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. But I sold it for you. Maybe the hairs of my head could be counted, but my love for you could never be counted.
Jim: Della, my dear! Ah, you know what?
Jim remembers he forgot to pick up a gift on the way home from work
Jim: I must have left your gift in the car. Let me run out and get it!
Jim runs outside, 2 minutes pass, Jim runs back in
Jim: Here we are! For you, my dear.
Jim presents Della with an ice scraper that still has some snow on it
Della: Oh, um. Thanks.