Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A right, jolly old elf, almost.

John Stevens, the man in the red flannel suit.

Yeah, well, what if it is? How do you know all that anyway?

There's only one at a time, and when his time has passed...

...I leave the presents in the children's shoes.

Why don't you tell us what it's like up in the North Pole there.

I think I've seen this on The Twilight Zone.

I ain't saying nothing without my attorney present.

Yeah. Well, if you know that, then you know the people who live there...

I'm sure there must be an explanation for everything.

Oh, sure he is. Look, look. He's got a red suit. He's got a beard.

Hey, guys. Come here. Look at this! Look at this!

I can smell the booze on you from here.

...and call themselves my parents don't give a damn if I come home or not.

Me, Eddie Simms, actually believed in Santa Claus.

Carla B., right?

- Let go of me. Stop. Please, stop it. - Shut up.

Our parents don't care any more about us than you do...

You believe in me? What the heck is that supposed to mean? - It means I care about it.

She didn't say a word, Eddie Simms.

- Transference. - What?