Grandsanta: At least have the decency to finish us off with a rock!
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Grandsanta: At least have the decency to finish us off with a rock!
Grandsanta: The Santas always come through Canada. Nobody lives here. It's nice and quiet.
Steve: Okay, let's show them, people! Operation Santa Claus is coming to town!
North Pole Computer: And may one hundred percent of your Christmases be white!
Gwen: Santa brought me the bike I wanted!
Grandsanta: At least have the decency to finish us off with a rock!
Grandsanta: The Santas always come through Canada. Nobody lives here. It's nice and quiet.
Steve: Okay, let's show them, people! Operation Santa Claus is coming to town!
North Pole Computer: And may one hundred percent of your Christmases be white!
Gwen: Santa brought me the bike I wanted!
Grandsanta: You were right, Arthur. It doesn't matter how Santa's gift gets there. Doesn't even matter if it's Mr. Postman in his spaceship. Arthur: As long as it gets there. Grandsanta: You made it happen, lad! No one got left out.
Arthur: But there's a child without a present. Steve: Arthur, Christmas is not a time for emotion.
Arthur: It's impossible! Grandsanta: They used to say it was impossible to teach women to read.
Arthur: It just can't be. It can't. It just can't be. It can't. It j-j-j-just CAN'T BE! Grandsanta: What's all this kadoodle, young man? Arthur: Grandsanta. It-It's this little girl. She's been missed! Grandsanta: Ha! So much for your brother's fancy-pants technology! Arthur: And Steve and Dad racked their brains but they said it's impossible! Grandsanta: Is it now? Missed a child. Dear, oh dear, sends shivers down me shins. Arthur: In two hours, she is gonna wake up, tear downstairs, search under the tree, and... the look on her face... .But there's nothing there. She won't understand. She'll think she's the one kid in the whole world that Santa doesn't care about. She'll feel... so left out. Arthur: On Christmas night, he comes! Gwen can't not have a present from Santa! Grandsanta: Do you know, Arthur, there is a way. Arthur: It's impossible. Grandsanta: They used to say it was impossible to teach women to read. Follow me.
Arthur: This Picture, This Drawing! It isn't of Dad, or You, or Steve! This is Santa! Ha-Ha! And as long as we can get the bike to Gwen before dawn, then Santa CAME! AND HE CARES! Ha-Ha! Arthur: Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to reach Gwen Hines on Christmas Day, Wha-Hey! Arthur: Jingle Bells! This Boat Smells! Three Thousand miles to go! Grandsanta: I've seen this before! Sleigh fever they call it! The Pressure of Christmas sends a man doo-lellied-tap! Santa Claus XVI of 1802! Every child that year got a sausage nailed to a piece of bark! Bryony: Arthur! Do you really think you can row the Atlantic Ocean in the next Bryony: Thirty-seven minutes? Arthur: It's not too late yet! We just have to keep going! Grandsanta: We need a blunt Instrument, knock him out and then regroup Bryony: You do know that we are going round in circles? Grandsanta: Do you know? We are not the only ones! Maybe I will see Evie again! Arthur: What do you mean? Grandsanta: Reindeer are brave, powerful beasts, but they are also dappled creatures with twigs on their heads! They will just keep going in straight lines right around the world. They will be way up in the sky, flying at unimaginable speeds, but they'll pass right over our heads! Arthur: Great! We CAN get the sleigh back!
Bryony: Drop complete. Bryony: And we have a new Santa! North Pole Computer: Christmas accomplished. Mrs. Santa: Oh, Arthur. North Pole Computer: Commence decking halls. Peter: You know, I've always liked Arthur. Do you think he likes espresso?
Bryony: When you put the address into the HOHO, what did you see? Arthur: A list of Trelews, I just clicked on the first one! Bryony: Which was not Trelew, England. We're in the wrong Trelew!
Santa: Out with the old, in with the new. Mrs. Santa: Well done, dear. Santa: Poor Arthur. He tried so hard. He's flunked again. Mrs. Santa: Of course he hasn't, dear. We're here. The little girl will get her present. I think he's done rather splendidly. Santa: My Margaret. Steve: Good morning, Gwen. Ho, ho, et cetera. Apologies for the minor delay. I'm sure that even a child can understand that in a operation as complex as Christmas, there's always an insignificant margin of error, which is you. As a gesture, I've upgraded you to the... Steve: Steve: ...Glamorfast Ultra X-3, which retails at 9.99 more than your requested gift. Bigger ergo better. If you wouldn't mind just signing a legal waver? Pedro: No bien el señor! Soy Pedro! Steve: P-Pedro? A boy? A Spanish boy? This is an error. No hablo Espanol. Steve: Now get off the bike. Steve: Will you get...? No, no, no. Please don't cry. No cry-o. No, uh, "sob-idad". Uh... .
Elf: Then this is where they keep the lions! Grandsanta: They won't eat me. I'm Santa! Lie down!
Grandsanta: Leave me alone. It's that terrible night all over again. Arthur: What night? Grandsanta: Last time I took Evie for a spin. I didn't know it was the Cuban Missile Crisis! I nearly started World War III.
Grandsanta: It's Christmas! Arthur: Christmas is for kids. You grow out of it. Bryony: What, in the last six minutes?
Arthur: They can see us. Grandsanta: Well, pull the camouflage lever. Now, then, we'd better draw in a few skyscratchers. Grandsanta: That's a steam train, you ninny.
Grandsanta: Christmas 1923, had a heart attack at the reigns. Left ventricle popped out me mouth. Pushed it back down and carried on! Arthur: It's big, isn't it, the Atlantic? Think we should stop and ask someone? Grandsanta: Pishywibble, we're nearly there! Grandsanta: See, I take the North Star there as a fixed point. Then I plot my bearings from, um... Bryony: That's a plane, sir. Grandsanta: Insubordination. I'll have you harpooned, elf. Arthur: I thought it would be chillier near England. Grandsanta: Globular warming. Grandsanta: Ha! Land ahoy! There it is. Told you! Arthur: Wow. England. Arthur: Yyaaarrggh! Grandsanta: Maybe we pullled to the right a bit. We're a reindeer short. France. Bonjour! Ou est la Boulangerie? Arthur: They have elephants in France? Grandsanta: The odd stray. They breed in the drains. This way. Buenos dias! Hola! Grandsanta: Paris Zoo. Bryony: Then this is where they keep the lions!
Arthur: Steve! Whoa! Unh! Steve. Don't be upset. Look. You keep this. Then you can be Santa next time. Arthur: That'll be you there, Steve. Next year, I bet. Arthur: You'll be great. Steve: How many times, Arthur? It's the North Pole. Shut the doors.
Bryony: They'll be waiting for us, sir. We were on the news. Grandsanta: All their technology against my Evie. Arthur: Oh, come on. Let's do it with worry! Grandsanta: Santa mustn't be seen, eh, lad? Let's give them something to shoot at. Grandsanta: Take us to your leader. Ha-ha-ha!
Arthur: I've got a phobia of being beheaded - and heights, and speed, and reindeer, and buttons. Grandsanta: Buttons? Arthur: Yeah, I'm pretty much scared of everything.
Grandsanta: Christmas has gone right down the rodney hole. You're a postman with a spaceship. Steve: My S-1 festivized the world at 1,860 times the speed of sound. Grandsanta: Christmas 1941, World War II, I did the whole thing with six reindeer and a drunken elf! Grandsanta: I was shot at, Arthur. Took twelve direct hits. Lost three reindeer. Arthur: What happened to the elf? Grandsanta: Fell out of the sleigh over Lake Geneva. Never saw him again.
Santa: Out with the old, in with the new. Mrs. Santa: Well done, dear. Santa: Poor Arthur. He tried so hard. He's flunked again. Mrs. Santa: Of course he hasn't, dear. We're here. The little girl will get her present. I think he's done rather splendidly. Santa: My Margaret. Steve: Good morning, Gwen. Ho, ho, et cetera. Apologies for the minor delay. I'm sure that even a child can understand that in a operation as complex as Christmas, there's always an insignificant margin of error, which is you. As a gesture, I've upgraded you to the... Steve: Steve: ...Glamorfast Ultra X-3, which retails at 9.99 more than your requested gift. Bigger ergo better. If you wouldn't mind just signing a legal waver? Pedro: No le entiendo señor! Soy Pedro! Steve: P-Pedro? A boy? Pedro: ¿Quien es usted? Steve: A Spanish boy? This is an error. No hablo Español. Steve: Now get off the bike. Steve: Will you get...? No, no, no. Please don't cry. No cry-o. No, uh, "sob-idad". Uh... .
Arthur: It just can't be. It can't. It just can't be. It can't. It j-j-j-just CAN'T BE! Grandsanta: What's all this kadoodle, young man? Arthur: Grandsanta. It-It's this little girl. She's been missed! Grandsanta: Ha! So much for your brother's fancy-pants technology! Arthur: And Steve and Dad racked their brains but they said it's impossible! Grandsanta: Is it now? Missed a child. Dear, oh dear, sends shivers down me shins. Arthur: In two hours, she is gonna wake up, tear downstairs, search under the tree, and... the look on her face... But there's nothing there. She won't understand. She'll think she's the one kid in the whole world that Santa doesn't care about. She'll feel... so left out. Arthur: On Christmas night, he comes! Gwen can't not have a present from Santa! Grandsanta: Do you know, Arthur, there is a way. Arthur: It's impossible. Grandsanta: They used to say it was impossible to teach women to read. Follow me.
Arthur: This picture, This drawing! It isn't of Dad, or you, or Steve! This is Santa! Ha-Ha! And as long as we can get the bike to Gwen before dawn, then Santa CAME! AND HE CARES! Ha-Ha! Arthur: Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to reach Gwen Hines on Christmas Day, Wha-Hey! Arthur: Jingle Bells! This boat smells! Three thousand miles to go! Grandsanta: I've seen this before! Sleigh fever they call it! The Pressure of Christmas sends a man doo-lellied-tap! Santa Claus XVI of 1802! Every child that year got a sausage nailed to a piece of bark! Bryony: Arthur! Do you really think you can row the Atlantic Ocean in the next... Bryony: Thirty-seven minutes? Arthur: It's not too late yet! We just have to keep going! Grandsanta: We need a blunt instrument, knock him out and then regroup. Bryony: You do know that we are going round in circles? Grandsanta: We are not the only ones! Maybe I will see Evie again! Arthur: What do you mean? Grandsanta: Reindeer are brave, powerful beasts, but they are also dappled creatures with twigs on their heads! They will just keep going in straight lines right around the world. They will be way up in the sky, flying at unimaginable speeds, but they'll pass right over our heads! Arthur: Great! We CAN get the sleigh back!
Santa: Out with the old, in with the new. Mrs. Santa: Well done, dear. Santa: Poor Arthur. He tried so hard. He's flunked again. Mrs. Santa: Of course he hasn't, dear. We're here. The little girl will get her present. I think he's done rather splendidly. Santa: My Margaret. Steve: Good morning, Gwen. Ho, ho, et cetera. Apologies for the minor delay. I'm sure that even a child can understand that in an operation as complex as Christmas, there's always an insignificant margin of error, which is you. As a gesture, I've upgraded you to the... Steve: ... Glamorfast Ultra X-3, which retails at $9.99 more than your requested gift. Bigger, ergo better. If you wouldn't mind just signing a legal waiver? Pedro: No le entiendo señor! Soy Pedro! Steve: P-Pedro? A boy? Pedro: ¿Quien es usted? Steve: A Spanish boy? This is an error. No hablo Español. Steve: Now get off the bike. Steve: Will you get...? No, no, no. Please don't cry. No cry-o. No, uh, "sob-idad". Uh...
Santa: In my day, a pat of the back and a walnut went a long way.
