Buddy: Who the heck are you? Gimbel's Santa: What are you talkin' about? I'm Santa Claus. Buddy: No, you're not. Gimbel's Santa: Uh, why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Buddy: Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year? Gimbel's Santa: Um, Happy Birthday of course. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. How old are you son? Kid with Santa: Four. Gimbel's Santa: You're a big boy. What's your name? Kid with Santa: Paul. Gimbel's Santa: Now what can I get you for Christmas? Buddy: Paul, don't tell him what you want, he's a liar. Gimbel's Santa: Let the kid talk. Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself? Gimbel's Santa: Just cool it, Zippy. Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies. Gimbel's Santa: Look, I'm not kiddin'. Buddy: You're a fake. Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake? Buddy: Yes! Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead, huh? Ho, ho, just kidding. Buddy: You stink. Gimbel's Santa: I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right. Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don't smell like Santa.
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Buddy: I planned out our whole day. First, we'll make snow angels for a two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookie dough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle.
Buddy: We elves try to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup.
Buddy: The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.
Buddy: "I'm sorry I ruined your lives, and crammed eleven cookies into the VCR."
Buddy: Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?
Buddy: You did it! Congratulations! "World's Best Cup of Coffee." Great job, everybody. It's great to meet you.
Buddy: Francisco! That's fun to say! Francisco... Frannncisco... Franciscooo...
Buddy: SANTA! OH MY GOD! SANTA'S COMING! I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!
Eugene: What about this: a tribe of asparagus children, but they're self-conscious about the way their pee smells.
Buddy: This place reminds me of Santa's Workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms and everyone looks like they want to hurt me.
Buddy: Have you seen these toilets? They're GINORMOUS!
Buddy: It's just nice to meet another human that shares my affinity for elf culture.
Buddy: I thought maybe we could make ginger bread houses, and eat cookie dough, and go ice skating, and maybe even hold hands.
Buddy: You stink. You smell like beef and cheese! You don't smell like Santa.
Buddy: What about Santa's cookies? I suppose parents eat those too?
Buddy: Watch out, the yellow ones don't stop!
Buddy: Oh, I forgot to give you a hug.
Buddy: It looks like a Christmas tree.
Gimbel's Manager: Make work your favorite. That's your new favorite.
Buddy: Can I listen to your necklace?
Buddy: I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins.
Buddy: Oh, I forgot to give you a hug!
Buddy: i love you. i love you! I LOVE YOU!
Buddy: Sorry, sorry. I think your car is pretty.
Nun: But the children love the books!
Fulton: Even if those two pages were in there, the book still would have sucked.
Michael: Whoa. Where did you say you were from again?
Santa: Oh no, it's the Central Park Rangers.
Fulton: Hobbs, Hobbs, Hobbs! If you walk out here, and you're finished at Greenway! You're finished!
Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies!
Buddy: We elves try to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corns, and syrup.
Buddy: SON of a NUTcracker!
Buddy: The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.
Buddy: Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?
Jovie: You missed.
Eugene: What about this: a tribe of asparagus children, but they're self-conscious about the way their pee smells.
Buddy: Francisco! That's fun to say! Francisco... Frannncisco... Franciscooo...
Buddy: SANTA! OH MY GOD! SANTA'S COMING! I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!
Buddy: Have you seen these toilets? They're GINORMOUS!
Buddy: It's just nice to meet another human that shares my affinity for elf culture.
Buddy: You stink. You smell like beef and cheese! You don't smell like Santa.
Buddy: Watch out, the yellow ones don't stop!
Buddy: What about Santa's cookies? I suppose parents eat those too?
Buddy: Oh, I forgot to give you a hug.
Buddy: I thought maybe we could make ginger bread houses, and eat cookie dough, and go ice skating, and maybe even hold hands.
Buddy: He's an *angry* elf!
Buddy: He must be a South Pole elf.
Buddy: It looks like a Christmas tree.
Gimbel's Manager: Make work your favorite. That's your new favorite.
Buddy: "I'm sorry I ruined your lives, and crammed eleven cookies into the VCR."
Buddy: Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?
Buddy: You did it! Congratulations! "World's Best Cup of Coffee." Great job, everybody. It's great to meet you.
Eugene: What about this: a tribe of asparagus children, but they're self-conscious about the way their pee smells.
Buddy: This place reminds me of Santa's Workshop! Except it smells like mushrooms and everyone looks like they want to hurt me.
Buddy: Oh, I forgot to give you a hug.
Buddy: It looks like a Christmas tree.
Buddy: Who the heck are you? Gimbel's Santa: What are you talkin' about? I'm Santa Claus. Buddy: No, you're not. Gimbel's Santa: Uh, why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Buddy: Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year? Gimbel's Santa: Um, Happy Birthday of course. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. How old are you son? Kid with Santa: Four. Gimbel's Santa: You're a big boy. What's your name? Kid with Santa: Paul. Gimbel's Santa: Now what can I get you for Christmas? Buddy: Paul, don't tell him what you want, he's a liar. Gimbel's Santa: Let the kid talk. Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself? Gimbel's Santa: Just cool it, Zippy. Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies. Gimbel's Santa: Look, I'm not kiddin'. Buddy: You're a fake. Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake? Buddy: Yes! Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead, huh? Ho, ho, just kidding. Buddy: You stink. Gimbel's Santa: I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right. Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don't smell like Santa.
Gimbel's Manager: Why are you smiling like that? Buddy: I just like to smile, smiling's my favorite.
Emily: We can't just throw him out in the snow. Walter: Why not? He loves the snow. He's told me 15 times.
Gimbel's Manager: This, is the North Pole. Buddy: No it isn't. Gimbel's Manager: Yes it is. Buddy: No it isn't. Gimbel's Manager: Yes it is! Buddy: No it's not. Where's the snow?
Walter: Who sent this Christmas Gram? Buddy: What's a Christmas Gram? I want one!
Buddy: Reach out in front of you and take a sip. Don't look. Buddy: Well? Jovie: It tastes like a crappy cup of coffee. Jovie: It IS a crappy cup of coffee. Buddy: No, it's the world's BEST cup of coffee.
Emily: So, Buddy, how'd you sleep? Buddy: Great! I got a full 40 minutes!
Ming Ming: It's alright, Buddy. Just how many Etch-A-Sketches did you get finished? Ming Ming: Come on, Buddy, how many? Buddy: I made, uh... 85. Ming Ming: 85? That puts you... 915 off the pace. Buddy: Why don't you just say it? I'm the worst toy-maker in the world. I'm a Cotton-Headed Ninnymuggins!
Buddy: Who the heck are you? Gimbel's Santa: What are you talkin' about? I'm Santa Claus. Buddy: No, you're not. Gimbel's Santa: Uh, why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Buddy: Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year? Gimbel's Santa: Um, Happy Birthday of course. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. How old are you son? Kid with Santa: Four. Gimbel's Santa: You're a big boy. What's your name? Kid with Santa: Paul. Gimbel's Santa: Now what can I get you for Christmas? Buddy: Paul, don't tell him what you want, he's a liar. Gimbel's Santa: Let the kid talk. Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself? Gimbel's Santa: Just cool it, Zippy. Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies. Gimbel's Santa: Look, I'm not kiddin'. Buddy: You're a fake. Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake? Buddy: Yes! Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead, huh? Kid with Santa: Fake. Gimbel's Santa: No, he's kidding. Buddy: You stink. Gimbel's Santa: I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right. Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese. You don't smell like Santa.
Buddy: SANTA! OH MY GOD! SANTA HERE? I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!
Leon the Snowman: Why the long face, Buddy? Buddy: It seems I'm not an elf. Leon the Snowman: Of course you're not an elf. You're six-foot-three and had a beard since you were fifteen.
