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Great.
Oh, I'm sure there must be.
...Santa has over there. - Yeah.
The police are still checking his fingerprints.
- What happened? - Get back, people. Give him some air.
Our names are published in the daily calendar.
Perhaps you know my brothers, Wally and the Beav.
Ready, John?
...I don't think there's anyone in the world who believes more than I.
- Your Honor, we're all set. - Fine.
What's going on? What are you two talking about?
She's here.
Cute? Gee willikers, I'm all for it.
That's what I thought.
What am I supposed to do? Jump up and down...
I was telling the judge about my search for a...
And better. Please, no more rough stuff.
How do I know that your secret desire is to be loved...
You know, it's all right for you not to believe in me.
Your Honor, I object to the prosecution referring to my client as "derelict."
- Strange day, huh? - Yeah.
- The police told me I'd find John here. - John?
- How's the old man doing? - I don't know.
- Let me go! - Stop squirming.
You really believe you're Santa Claus, don't you?
I actually started listening to this old coot.
- I told him. - I'm sorry.