(Beth) It's just going to be awful, you know. They look like trick or treat--all dirty and fastened together with safety pins and wearing their mouldy old sneakers...Mary and Joseph, I mean. The look like refugees or something.
(Father) Well...that's what they were...Mary and Joseph. The were refugees, in a way. They were a long way from home, didn't have any place to stay, didn't know anybody. They were probably cold and hungry and tired...and messy.