Kramer: Eight hours of jingle belling and ho ho hoing. Boy, I am ho'd out.
Ned: Anyone who works here is a sap.
Mickey: Hey, watch it, pal!
Kramer: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on.
Ned: Do you know the Santa's at Bloomfields are making double what you are?
Kramer: Double?
Ned: I bet the glue from that beard itches, doesn't it?
Kramer: Oh, you got that straight.
Ned: So when you get a rash all over your face in January do you think Coleman's will be there with a medical plan?
Mickey: Look, you take that commie crap out to the street.
Ned: Kramer, I've got some literature in my car that will change your whole way of thinking.
Kramer: Talk to me baby.
Mickey: Don't listen to him, Kramer, you've got a good job here.