Boy: I want a racing car set.
Kramer: Ho, ho, ho, ho. A racing car set! [quietly] Listen, those are assembled in Taiwan by kids like you. And these Coleman pigs, they sell it for triple the cost.
Boy: But I want a racing car set.
Kramer: You see kid, you're being bamboozled. These capitalist fat cats are inflating the profit margin and reducing your total number of toys.
Boy: Hey, this guy's a commie!
Mickey: Hey, kid, quiet. Were did a nice little boy like you learn such a bad word like that? Huh?
Boy: Commie, Commie, Commie, traitor to our country!
Mickey: Santa is not a Commie. He just forgot how his good friend stuck his neck out for him to get him a good job like this. Didn't he Santa!