It's Christmas Eve. –Yeah. You don't have to tell me that. –Yeah, well, then why aren't you out delivering presents? –Technically, I am. –Well, you're not, 'cause you're stood right there. –Oh, Shona, grow up, luv. –Yeah, do the math, baby. –There's not just one Santa delivery team. How could there be? There are 526,403,012 children all expecting presents before tomorrow morning. So that's 22,000,000 children per hour! That's impossible. Obviously, I've got a second sled.
All ready for Christmas? –I was just starting to look over the new Naughty And Nice List the gnomes prepared for me. –Oh, heh, are the, uh, tabulations all closed off then? –Oh, no. They keep it open until midnight of Christmas Eve. Some kids actually try to cram in a lot of niceness right at the end. –(cough) Oh, that's so lame of them.