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.
There will be no free rides. No excuses. You already have two strikes against you. There are some people in this world who will assume that you know less than you do because of your name and your complexion. But math is the great equalizer. When you go for a job, the person giving you that job will not want to hear your problems, and neither do I. You're going to work harder than you ever worked before. And the only thing I ask from you is ganas. Desire.