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Dr. Pierce? He doesn't know. He's a general practitioner.

and they feel guilty.

Oh, well, the children mustn't feel very disappointed. Oh, well, the children mustn't feel very disappointed.

Thinking only of the welfare of the public.

My dear, if I lose this case, it's possible that you'll get your wish.

I've been getting more and more worried about Christmas.

-Are you a licensed psychiatrist? -None of your business.

There's no point in signing.

I mean, why should we be bothered with all that stuff?

This must be the turn here.

the highest authority available.

Get out before I have you thrown out.

Get that costume.

Psychologist my eye!

Doesn't your mother ever sing to you at night?

We'll do that. Good night, R. H.

-You said this was cut and dried. -I didn't know about a protest.

He's crazy too.

Look at this. Telegrams, messages, telephone calls.

-Where to? -Bellevue.

With that man on the throne, my department will sell more toys than ever.

You go along Maplewood to Ashley.

Yes. He'll just give you a little examination.

-But, Your Honor... -Put them here on the desk.

I don't get it.

but I'll do my best.

that Christmas and I are getting lost in the shuffle.

on July 26, 1776.

I don't think that's going to be enough. I better give you some...

Pretending there's no virus? No, I just don't get it.

That's a lot of nonsense! Dangerous, my foot!

I get kind of tired just sweeping up dust.

Or drive a great big bus right down Fifth Avenue?

I'm sorry, the store isn't open...

Not one competent, authoritative proof that this man is Santa Claus.

I believe, I believe. It's silly, but I believe.

There's something I'd like to show you.

Did I ask all right?

I'm Simon, the new janitor.

-the way they commercialize Christmas. -Yeah, there's a lot of bad "-isms"

Well, I guess it's all right. I'll go on in, in a minute.

That three-men-in-a-tub float isn't big enough.

Let a judge handle it that isn't up for reelection.

You remember the way the janitor was last New Year's?

I seen them write to Santa, North Pole and South Pole.

If you'll go this way, you'll miss a lot of traffic.

But you've got to be realistic and face facts.

After all, he's an old man...

Every shopper in New York City thinks of Macy as a benevolent soul.

Mr. Macy will have us examined and fired.

"Age: Unknown." Old man, huh?

How can I seriously rule that there is a Santa Claus?

We request an immediate ruling,

He hasn't got a thing.

We'll be known as the helpful store.

Someday you'll find your way of facing this realistic world doesn't work.

If I'm to win this case, I'll need public opinion, and plenty of it.

-Good night. -Good night.

I thought we'd say hello to Santa Claus.

I think perhaps you're right.

That's the one. He's a psychologist, you know?

It's nothing to laugh about, Kris. It's pretty serious, he says.

Oh, come on now. Why don't you give me a chance?

The burden of proof of this ridiculous contention rests with my opponent.

Jack and the Beanstalk.

The examination won't be worth a thing without the patient.

No, he hasn't. Have you?

You haven't had time to be guilty of anything but overeating.

Don't worry, I've got the best lawyer in the world.

I want a fire engine like the big ones, only smaller. It has a real hose

Sometimes I wish I'd married a butcher or a plumber.

-But I don't know how to be a monkey. -Sure you do. Here, I'll show you.

Just think if Mr. Macy had seen the other one.

-Yes. -I thought so.

Every Chicago Cubs fan right now!

-What shall I do with these? -Throw them on the floor.

Surprise me? Macy's sending people to other stores? Are you kidding me?

Henry, you're gonna be an awful popular fella.

I promised your mother you'd be in bed by 8:00.

It's cold A man's gotta do something to keep warm

Yes, yes, dear. Many men have long beards like that.

I'm sure they will. I'll open my own office.

But you go ahead, Henry. You do it your way.

And you'll find toys of all kinds at Macy's.

I see she doesn't believe in Santa Claus either.