Character: Sandy Snowden

- Well, what next?
- I'd like to fly with Nick. If the offer still stands.
- The offer is always valid.

- What is it?
- Nick went home.
- And you let him go?
- Had to...
- You had to nail to the floor his shoes.
- No, see, it doesn't matter because he's gone and never coming back.
- Listen, sandy, I know - it's never too late to fix it.

- So you're Santa Claus?
- Yes, but... not quite the Santa Claus.
- Do you have flying reindeer, you live at the North Pole, you have it all... so you Santa Claus.
- Yes, but between the legendary Santa Claus and your humble servant there is a difference. Because almost everything you've heard about Santa Claus are myths or fabrications. For example, the little elves, who bustle around and help Santa Claus. This invention of the nineteenth century. And what they say about my money, creepy! And you know, when I'm laughing, I'm not shaking like a jelly on a plate. Do I look like jelly?

- I had a great time. As in a real family.
Exactly. Nick, you... you gave me back something that... that I thought I was forever lost.
Really? What?
Christmas.

- I think someone put on the dancing shoes...
What? No, I... I... I can't...
- Come here!
- I'd rather sit...
- Go-go, you will succeed! Put one hand here and the other on top.
- Well...
- We will dance a simple box-step, okay?
Box... Oh, did I step on your foot! Bad... I need to learn!..
- Nothing! You know, what do we do? We swing forward, backward...
- Swing...
Dedicated to the music. In the eighth grade. Just listen to the music.

My instinct is that he has the hots for you.
- In terms of the types you are an expert.

He's such a nice guy!..
Yes. Yes, perhaps.
- I'm happy for you.
- Lorna! Between me and Nick nothing! Nothing! Besides, he... he lives in Canada...
- On the word "nothing," you blushed.

- So what is this new tenant with us?
I do not know. Never require the questionnaire in the questionnaires people are lying. And their recommendations lie for them. I trust intuition.

- Hunting, hunting... Buck, I hate everything you do! Do you have any business self-interest.
- I'm not greedy! I promised you that I would end a great hunt and I'll do it. For you. And in return ask only to have dinner with me.
- Oh my God! You will not move, you're stubborn as a rock! You're not listening!
I came for a few days. We can get in on the bearskins by the fire...
- To bear with their skin it would sound funny.
- All right, we'll wind ourself out into the potato skins. I don't care. Together.
Read my lips, Tank: Fig.

You look just fine.
- Okay, enough.
- Well, listen! It's Christmas! Why can't we be friends?
- When we were friends?
- And for now. We can become more than friends.

- I wanted to thank you for what you will replace me on the tour.
- I have spent two years not taken the tour!
- Everything will be fine. Tell jokes.
- I'm not going to tell jokes.

To help you carry the tree?
Yeah, great idea. Thank you.
- Five dollars.

- I noticed that in this machine the backs do not recline. You're here... kissing?
- Hector! How old are you?
- I... well... twelve.
No, you eight. But you'll be a disgusting old man.
- Okay, okay, I won't.

I wanted to help you. Don't want to see you fall from there.
- I can't let her on the stairs.
Hey! Keep your hands to yourself, that's what!
- Yes, I've not even touched!
Maybe. But mentally you're harassing me.