As threatened, here Alan is, dressed impeccably as ever and holding--'tis the season--a glass of scotch. For the moment he refrains from taking a seat (he'd rather those unacquainted with It's a Wonderful Life had first pick) and situates himself near the pie--both for ease of access and so that he might extol its virtues to anyone in the vicinity.

(He will cease talking once the film starts. For the most part.)