Tommy: She says she has the perfect gift for me, and I have no idea what to get her. Her name is August Lefler.
Santa: [chuckles] Well, I don't know August, but-
Tommy: Well, aren't you supposed to have some kind of list or something?
Santa: [chuckles] Well, I'm afraid I left my list up in the north pole.
Tommy: Oh, great! Can't you have your wife fax it to you or something? I can't screw this up!
Santa: [chuckles] Well, Tommy... Look, you want to make this August chick happy, you're gonna have to drop some cold, hard cash, you know what I'm sayin'?
Tommy: On what? Listen, pork butt, I need model numbers here.
Santa: Get a haircut. You look like a girl.