Kramer: Ho, ho, ho. Well, come on, little Princess, tell Santa what you want. Don't be shy.
Mother: [Swedish accent] She doesn't speak English.
Kramer: Oh, Santa speaks the language of all children. A notchie watchie dotchie do. A dotchie cotchie dochie... [the mother takes back her crying child] Mickey, when do we get a break? My lap is killing me.
Mickey: There is no break.
Kramer: This is like a sweat shop.