We've got to find him! We've got to get this sack back into the right hands! You saw how it was. Even me, noted philanthropic that I am, couldn't get the right stuff out of this sack. Do you know what this means? –It really works. –It means the end of Christmas on this planet as we know it!
If there hadn't been children present, it would've been a very ugly scene indeed. Know what I mean?
There's no such thing! Think about it: a guy who flies around the whole world in one night. It just doesn't quite correspond to the laws of time and travel. –Now, now, now, now, now, it's possible. You take the International Date Line, multiply it by the Time Zones, divided by the accelerated rotation of the earth... uh, carry the 1, and, uh, allowing for the Vernal Equinox on the Tropic of Cancer, he might just pull it off.
Ahh, smell those Christmas trees. You can keep your 'Channel' Number 5, just give me a whiff of the old lonesome pine. That symbol of brotherly love, that centerpiece that all mankind gathers around to share the cranberry sauce shaped like a can.