[Red is woken up by Christmas music and lights shining into his bedroom]
Red: What the hell?
Kitty: It's the Russians!
Red: Aw, geez. [opens window] Bob!
Bob: [o.s.] Hey there, hi there, ho-ho-ho there.
Red: Bob, it's midnight. Turn that crap off.
Bob: What would I do that for? Hey, check out the keister on Mrs. Claus. I know what I want for Christmas.
Red: Bob, are you drunk?
Bob: I'm not sober.