Will: Hold it! What the bloody hell kind of song is that?
Carlton: What do you mean?
Will: A little kid sees his mom tongue-wrestling with Santa Claus?
Carlton: Will, it's really his father dressed up like Santa Claus.
Will: Oh. Well, why'd he dress up like... Oh, oh, oh, I get it. I dress up like Santa Claus. You dress up like the Easter Bunny. That makes me sick.