Gimbel’s Santa: Now what can I get you for Christmas?
Buddy: Don’t tell him what you want, he’s a liar。
Gimbel’s Santa: Let the kid talk。
Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself?
Gimbel’s Santa: Just cool it, Zippy。
Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies。
Gimbel’s Santa: Look, I’m not kiddin’。
Buddy: You’re a fake。
Gimbel’s Santa: I’m a fake?
Buddy: Yes!
Gimbel’s Santa: How’d you like to be dead, huh? Ho, ho, just kidding。
Buddy: You stink。
Gimbel’s Santa: I think you’re gonna have a good Christmas, all right。
Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don’t smell like Santa