Jack Skellington:
Forgive me, Mr. Claus. I'm afraid I've made a terrible mess of your holiday.
Santa:
Bumpy *sleigh*-ride... Jack. Next time you get the urge to take over someone else's holiday, I'd listen to *her*.
[points to Sally]
Santa:
She's the only one who makes any sense around this insane asylum!
[walks away, muttering]
Santa:
Skeletons, boogie men...
Jack Skellington:
I hope there's still time.
Santa:
To fix Christmas? Of course there is! I'm Santa Claus!
[flies out chimney]
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