Arthur:
[Having Christmas dinner with the family around the dinner table at the North Pole's Residential Quarters]
What do you get if you eat Christmas decorations?... Tinselitis!
[laughs hysterically]
Arthur:
Isn't this the best bit of Christmas?
Mrs. Santa:
It certainly is, Arthur. The whole family together.
Mrs. Santa:
[to Santa]
How about a toast, Malcolm?
Santa:
Oh! Um... . Well, uh, here's to me doing an even better job next year.
[Everybody cheers]
Arthur:
But you're already perfect, Dad.
Grandsanta:
Hah! That turkey did more than him.
[Starts laughing and looses his false teeth, which land in the gravy bowl]
Santa:
You wouldn't understand, Father. I've rather moved things on since your day. Eh, Steve?
Grandsanta:
[Gets his false teeth back and continues eating his meal]
Forget Techno Tommy. He's texting on his calculator after another job.
[laughs]
Steve:
[Clearing out his inbox on his HOHO]
It's a Handheld Operational and Homing Organizer. The HOHO 3000. I'm enacting mission closure.
Grandsanta:
Whooooh! Whoopee-doo. Aren't you the fancy nancy? Don't matter what you come up with, son. You maybe be the next in line, but you'll never get to be Santa unless you knock him off.
[Referring to Santa]
Arthur:
Um, I've got you all a present After all the hard work, I wanted everyone to have some Christmas fun.
Arthur:
[Shows everyone the game "Christmas The Board Game"]
Ta-da!
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