A lawyer and a little girl must prove that a man claiming to be Santa Claus is the real thing.

Kris Kringle: You think I'm a fraud, don't you?
Dorey Walker: Fraud is a bit too strong of a word.
Kris Kringle: But you don't believe in me.
Dorey Walker: I believe that Christmas is for children.
Kris Kringle: Well your daughter doesn't believe in me, either.
Dorey Walker: I don't think that there's any harm in not believing in a figure that many do acknowledge to be a fiction.
Kris Kringle: Oh, but there is. I'm not just a whimsical figure who wears a charming suit and affects a jolly demeanor. You know, I I I'm a symbol. I'm a symbol of the human ability to be able to suppress the selfish and hateful tendencies that rule the major part of our lives. If you can't believe, if you can't accept anything on faith, then you're doomed for a life dominated by doubt.
Mr. Shellhammer: But... but maybe he's only a little crazy like painters or composers or... or some of those men in Washington.
[last lines]
Dorey Walker: Susan.
Susan Walker: What?
Dorey Walker: What else did you ask Mr. Kringle for?
Susan Walker: A baby brother. See ya.
Susan: I believe... I believe... It's silly, but I believe.
Kris Kringle: Oh, Christmas isn't just a day, it's a frame of mind... and that's what's been changing. That's why I'm glad I'm here, maybe I can do something about it.
Fred Gailey: Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial, it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.
Fred Gailey: Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus. The Post Office has delivered them. Therefore the Post Office Department, a branch of the Federal Governent, recognizes this man Kris Kringle to be the one and only Santa Claus.
Judge Henry X. Harper: Uh, since the United States Government declares this man to be Santa Claus, this court will not dispute it. Case dismissed.
Alfred, Macy janitor: Yeah, there's a lot of bad 'isms' floatin' around this world, but one of the worst is commercialism. Make a buck, make a buck. Even in Brooklyn it's the same - don't care what Christmas stands for, just make a buck, make a buck.
[Bryan and Dorey are at the altar]
Priest: Are you ready?
Dorey Walker: For what?
Priest: To get married.
Dorey Walker: I don't care what you asked Mr. Kringle for. Susan, that is not why we're going to the house.
Susan Walker: We're going to the cataloged house, right? That's the house I told him I wanted. I showed him a picture of it and he took it and he said he would get for me.
Bryan Bedford: Well, a house is a pretty big gift, Susan.
Susan Walker: That's what Mr. Kringle said.
Dorey Walker: Honey, we are going to the house because it snowed. And it's very pretty. And because Mr. Shellhamer wants to take photographs for next years Christmas catalog. Which, I think, is awfully bold of him. It is a holiday.
Susan Walker: That's just an excuse. Mr. Kringle did all this. I'm very sorry Mother, you have it perfectly wrong.
Susan Walker: Would it please the court if I gave you your Christmas card? I don't think I'll see you again. Unless I get arrested which is highly unlikely because it's Christmas Eve and I'm going to bed uncharacteristically early.
Susan Walker: This is the house I asked Kris for, and he got me a dad, and the third thing I'll just have to wait for.
Fred Gailey: I must be a pretty good lawyer. I took a little old man and proved to the world that...
[looks off screen]
Doris: [sees a cane resting on the wall] Oh no, it can't be. It must have been left by the people who moved out.
Fred Gailey: Maybe... and maybe I didn't do such a good thing after all.
Dorey Walker: Susan, there is something I have to tell you.
Bryan Bedford: Merry Christmas.
Mr. R. H. Macy: [to Sawyer] "Psychologist". Where'd you graduate from, a correspondence school?
[starts to walk away, then turns back to Sawyer]
Mr. R. H. Macy: You're fired.
Fred Gailey: Look Doris, someday you're going to find that your way of facing this realistic world just doesn't work. And when you do, don't overlook those lovely intangibles. You'll discover those are the only things that are worthwhile.
Judge Henry Harper: Mr. Collins, would you like to cross examine
[quietly chuckles]
Judge Henry Harper: your wife?
Bryan Bedford: [pointing toward Ed Collins] Well, tell me something, Daniel could that man be Santa Claus?
Daniel: Nope.
Bryan Bedford: Why not?
Daniel: 'Cause Santa don't got a grumpy face.
Fred: That baseball player sure looks like a giant to me.
Susan: Sometimes people grow very large, but that's abnormal.
Fred: I'll bet your mother told you that, too.
Bryan Bedford: Your Honor, a lot of people believe in Mr. Kringle. Including millions of children. If you rule against him, you won't destroy anyone's belief but you will destroy the man they believe in. Mr. Kringle is not concerned for himself, if he was he wouldn't be here. He is in this regrettable positon because he is willing to sacrifice himself for children. To create in their minds a world far better than the one we've made for them. If this is, as Mr. Collins suggests, a masquerade then Mr. Kringle is eager to forfeit his freedom to preserve that masquerade. To subject himself to prosecution to protect the children's right to believe. If this court finds that Mr. Kringle is not who he says he is, that there is no Santa, I ask the court to judge which is worse: A lie that draws a smile or a truth that draws a tear.
Doris: Would you please tell her that you're not really Santa Claus, that actually is no such person?
Kris Kringle: Well, I hate to disagree with you, but not only IS there such a person, but here I am to prove it.
[Doris is trying to convince Susan there is no Santa Claus]
Susan Walker: But when he spoke Dutch to that girl...
Doris Walker: Susan, I speak French, but that doesn't make me Joan of Arc.
Susan Walker: You mean it's like, 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.'
Doris Walker: Yes.
Susan Walker: I thought so.
Susan Walker: There's no such thing as giants.
Fred Gailey: What about the one Jack killed?
Susan Walker: Jack? Jack who?
Fred Gailey: Jack from "Jack and the Beanstalk".
Susan Walker: I never heard of that.
Fred Gailey: Sure you have. You must have forgotten. It's a fairy tale.
Susan Walker: Oh... one of those. I don't know any of those. My mother thinks they're silly.
Charles Halloran: All right, you go back and tell them that the New York State Supreme Court rules there's no Santa Claus. It's all over the papers. The kids read it and they don't hang up their stockings. Now what happens to all the toys that are supposed to be in those stockings? Nobody buys them. The toy manufacturers are going to like that; so they have to lay off a lot of their employees, union employees. Now you got the CIO and the AF of L against ya and they're going to adore ya for it and they're going to say it with votes. Oh, and the department stores are going to love ya too and the Christmas card makers and the candy companies. Ho ho, Henry, you're going to be an awful popular fella. And what about the Salvation Army? Why, they got a Santy Claus on every corner, and they're taking a fortune. But you go ahead Henry, you do it your way. You go on back in there and tell them that you rule there is no Santy Claus. Go on. But if you do, remember this: you can count on getting just two votes, your own and that district attorney's out there.
Judge Henry X. Harper: The District Attorney's a Republican.
Susan Walker: If you're really Santa Claus, you can get it for me. And if you can't, you're only a nice man with a white beard like mother says.
Kris Kringle: You know what the imagination is?
Susan Walker: Oh, sure. That's when you see things, but they're not really there.
Kris Kringle: Well, that can be caused by other things, too.
Kris Kringle: [smells other Santa's breath] You've been drinking.
Drunken Santa Claus: Well, it's cold outside. A man's gotta do something to keep warm.
Kris Kringle: No, but don't you see, dear? Some children wish for things they couldn't possibly use like real locomotives or B-29s.
Dorey Walker: Are you still coming to dinner?
Bryan Bedford: Am I still invited?
Mrs. Mara: Sometimes I wish I married a butcher or a plumber.
District Attorney: My dear, if I lose this hearing, you may very well get your wish.
[Judge Harper's grandson realizes that he had just met Kris Kringle]
Grandson: Nuts. I should have got his autograph.
Kris Kringle: To market, to market, to buy a fat pig! Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog! Home again, home again, jiggety-...
Kris Kringle: Now wait a minute, Susie. Just because every child can't get his wish that doesn't mean there isn't a Santa Claus.
Kris Kringle: Mr. Collins, I hope you've taken down that old TV antenna. I ripped my pants on it last year.
Fred Gailey: All my life I've wondered something, and now's my chance to find out. I'm going to find the answer to a question that's puzzled the world for centuries. Does Santa Claus sleep with his whiskers outside or in?
Kris Kringle: Always sleep with them out. Cold air makes them grow.
Kris Kringle: Well, I would greatly like to oblige, Mr. Collins, but I cannot make this reindeer fly.
Ed Collins: I didn't think so.
Kris Kringle: He only flies on Christmas Eve.
Fred Gailey: Is it true that you're the owner of one of the biggest department stores in New York City?
Mr. R. H. Macy: THE biggest!
Kris Kringle: If that's normal, I don't want it!
District Attorney: What is your name?
Kris Kringle: Kris Kringle.
District Attorney: Where do you live?
Kris Kringle: That's what this hearing will decide.
Judge Henry X. Harper: A very sound answer, Mister Kringle.
District Attorney: Do you really believe that you're Santa Claus?
Kris Kringle: Of course.
District Attorney: [long pause] The state rests, your honor.
[first lines]
Grandson: Ask him. Ask him. Look at him, Grandpa. Ask him.
Judge Henry Harper: Uh, I'm sorry. He, uh he thinks you're Santa Claus.
[Kris Kringle and Judge Harper laugh]
Kris Kringle: [quietly to Harper's grandson] I am.
[to Harper]
Kris Kringle: Merry Christmas.
Susan Walker: I can't sleep.
Dorey Walker: What's on your mind?
Susan Walker: Santa Claus.
Dorey Walker: Mr. Kringle? What about him?
Susan Walker: He talked sign language with a kid today.
Dorey Walker: That was considerate of him.
Susan Walker: He looks like every picture of Santa Claus I've ever seen.
Dorey Walker: I know. That's why I hired him.
Kris Kringle: You see, Mrs. Walker, this is quite an opportunity for me. For the past 50 years or so I've been getting more and more worried about Christmas. Seems we're all so busy trying to beat the other fellow in making things go faster and look shinier and cost less that Christmas and I are sort of getting lost in the shuffle.
Doris Walker: I was wrong when I told you that, Susie. You must believe in Mr. Kringle and keep right on doing it. You must have faith in him.
Dorey Walker: Would you be our Santa Claus?
Kris Kringle: Uh, me?
Dorey Walker: Well, do you have any experience?
Kris Kringle: Well just a little.
C.F. Cole: We invite you to ask yourself this one simple question: Do you believe in Santa Claus?
[to Judge Harper, after testifying in court]
Daniel: Do I have to go to jail now?
Orderly: This guy ain't dangerous. He may be off his rails a bit, but he ain't nothing. And if he wants to call himself Santa Claus, then God bless him.
Kris Kringle: Hi Judge, how is the grandson of yours?
[Harper gets shocked]
Kris Kringle: The parade? He thought I looked like Santa Claus.
Judge Henry Harper: Oh yeah.
Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Kris Kringle: Yes, but don't I put my hand on a Bible?
Bailiff: No, sir, you don't.
Kris Kringle: Well, I'll put my hand on my heart instead. I do.