Hiyo, Silver, away!
Yo-oh! Capt. Brittles!
Wilson! I’m sorry! Wilson!
Carl? Carl! Merry Christmas! How is it we’re always talking on Christmas, Carl? Every Christmas, I’m talking to you!
I am one with the Yuletide, know what I mean?
If this is their idea of Christmas, I gotta be here for New Year’s.
Happy New Year to you, Blaze.
“Well, come what may: Merry Christmas, Master Bruce.”
“Merry Christmas, Alfred. And goodwill towards men. And women.”
Look, Charlie, let’s face it. We all know that Christmas is a big commercial racket. It’s run by a big eastern syndicate, you know.
We was always taking long walks, and we was always looking for a guy named Charlie.
It’s just kinda insane, Dad. The whole thing, at your age? Fit people in their 20’s can’t do it, Dad. It takes five months and five millions steps.
“I told you, Dad, I want to do something different!”
“Then put some Jell-O down your pants!”
I’ve suddenly noticed you don’t call me Big Daddy anymore. If you needed a big daddy, why didn’t you come to me?
Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mama’s Hung You In The Closet And I’m Feeling So Sad
We all have our bad days.
Well, I never did mind about the little things.
Your tea is getting cold!
Cold never bothered me anyway.
Well, um, icing happen when the puck come down, bang you know, before the other guys you know. Nobody there, you know. My arm go comme ça then the game stop then start up.
“How’d you solve the icing problem?”
“Icing problem?”
WHAM!
“Might wanna look into it.”