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Scott Calvin has been a humble Santa Claus for nearly ten years, but it might come to an end if he doesn't find a Mrs. Claus.
Charlie: Seeing isn't believing; believing is seeing.
Principal Carol Newman: Well, maybe if you spent more time with your son, there would be fewer problems. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Maybe, but then I wouldn't get to spend more time with you. It's always such a pleasure. Principal Carol Newman: Oh, a battle of wits. It's a shame that you come unarmed.
Scott Calvin: [Going on a date] A needlepoint sweater and a mini-van. I'll be back in about eight minutes.
Lucy: Uncle Scott, are you Santa Claus? Scott Calvin: What makes you say that? Lucy: Because you have a reindeer. Scott Calvin: Lots of people have reindeer. Lucy: Name five.
Toy Santa: You are a sad, strange little man!
Bernard: Don't Listen to him! He's not the real Santa! He has a rubber face and a plastic tushie!
Mother Nature: Don't mess with me, Santa. I'm pre-El Nino.
Lucy: [opening the door to see Curtis] Are you an elf? Curtis, the Experimental Elf: Why, no, of course not. Lucy: Then why do you have pointy ears? Curtis, the Experimental Elf: Because I didn't eat my green vegetables. Do you eat your green vegetables? Lucy: [covers her ears] Uncle Scott!
Abby: It's... Charlie. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: [Obliviously] Sheen? I thought he straightened out?
Easter Bunny: I have 33,000 offspring, all in private school.
Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Hey Cupid, why don't you shoot me with one of your darts and then I'll fall in love? Cupid: First of all, they're not darts, they're arrows. Second of all, no can do. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Why not? Cupid: Because they have no effect on us. Believe me, if they did, I would've shot myself in the butt, met a nice girl, left business years ago.
Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Hey party animal, you wanna play? Principal Carol Newman: [wondering how toys like Toss Across have magically appeared] I just can't figure it out. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: It's tic-tac-toe with beanbags. Principal Carol Newman: No, I mean the Secret Santa thing. Someone tracked down and bought all those wonderful antique toys. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Probably someone that knows his way around eBay.
Principal Carol Newman: I owe you one. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: It's a great party. Look. That guy moved.
Scott Calvin: Neil, have you ever actually *helped* anyone?
Chet: [after crashing into Scott/Santa] Ooh Chet done a doo doo.
Scott Calvin: Wait a minute, I got it. I got it. I got it. How about this: The Molintator. Tooth Fairy: The Molinator. I like it. Thank you, Santa. Can we vote right now on The Molinator?
Toy Santa: [after drinking hot cocoa] I think Santa feels a little buzz!
Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: I have to get married? Bernard: Yes. It's the Mrs. Clause.
Picardo: Good morning, Principal Newman. Principal Carol Newman: Mr. Picardo, I want you to look into my eyes. What do you see? Picardo: It's dark... and it's cold. Principal Carol Newman: It's your future, Mr. Picardo. Keep this up, and you will spend the rest of your life stabbing trash by the highway. Do I make myself clear? Picardo: Yes. Principal Carol Newman: So what are you gonna do? Picardo: I'm going straight to third-period geometry. Principal Carol Newman: Have a nice trip.
Bernard: OK, Chet. This is it. You ready to rock and roll? Principal Carol Newman: Chet? Bernard: Yeah. He's still in training. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: How much flight time has he had? Bernard: About a minute and a half. Curtis, the Experimental Elf: Yeah but he's had a lotta crash time. Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Curtis. Curtis, the Experimental Elf: He's just a baby.
Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: Why didn't Bernard come tell me this? Curtis, the Experimental Elf: He's under house arrest! Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: [shocked] Bernard?
Bernard: Curtis, you're 900-years-old, grow up!
Curtis, the Experimental Elf: A little altitude please! Tooth Fairy: What? Curtis, the Experimental Elf: Could you possibly fly a *little* higher? Tooth Fairy: What? Curtis, the Experimental Elf: Never mind.
Scott Calvin/Santa Claus: [Comet passes gas] Whoa! Eat some roughage, will you?
[talking about the new toy santa] Bernard: So I caution you all not to point,or stare, or use the word plastic!
Curtis, the Experimental Elf: Well, I think he's learning at an excellent rate! Bernard: Oh really? This morning, he ate a bowl of wax fruit.
Principal Carol Newman: I want you to look into my eyes. What do you see? Skateboarding Student: It's dark... and cold.
Toy Santa: The town will break our fall.
Tracy: You know what, I totally put myself out there doing that, and that was not an easy thing to do, and if you're the kind of man that can't support a woman's ambition, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this date.