Listen, Miles, Listen Miles. [Miles Slams The Door In Angered]
You get the hell outta here!
Santa's coming to town. Buddy.
I'm in love, I'm in love, and
I can sing, I just choose not to sing. Especially in front of other people. Buddy. If you can sing alone, you sing in front of other people. There's no difference.
You sure had it nothing to do with the fact that I was naked and in the shower. Buddy. I didn't know you were naked.
[Dejectedly] Why don't you just say it? I'm the worst toymaker in the world! I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins. [Elves gasp]
Hey, Jackweed, I get more action than you had in your entire life. I've got houses in L.A. Paris & Vali, each one with a 70-inch plasma screen. So I suggest you wipe that stupid smile off your face before I come over there and smack it off! You feeling strong, my friend? Call me 'elf' one more time.
[Screaming] I don't care where you go! I DON'T CARE THAT YOU'RE AN ELF! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE NUTS! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE IF YOU'RE MY SON! GET OUT OF MY LIFE, NOW.
[After getting hit in the face with a snowball] Ow! Son of a Nutcracker!
[Burps loudly for what seems like
Buddy. Then go with the flow. Mailroom Guy. I got to get out of the flow, that's what got me here. Buddy.
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