Bob: Fine, I'll go. I only got worked up because Joanne's gone, Donna's working. The only people I have at home are my two friends, Egg and Nog.
Red: All right, fine. You wanna be Santa, go ahead.
Bob: Thanks, Red.
Red: Yeah, it's all for the best. I've already eaten about two pounds of fake beard as it is.
Boy: There he is. Santa's the one who told me that communists hate God.
Red: Gotta go, Santa.
Kitty: Merry Christmas, Bob. Mrs Claus needs a drink.