Hindustani Troublemaker: I am not gay!
Willie: What the hell, buddy?
Hindustani Troublemaker: Buddy? I said I am not gay!
Willie: Are you off your fucking meds or something?
Hindustani Troublemaker: Yes. But that isn't what this is about. You're as queer as a ten dollar bill.
Willie: Let me tell you something, motherfucker. My brother lost a goddamn arm fighting you fuckers in Vietnam. So I want you to look at me. I want you to look at my face one last fucking time. This is the last thing you're ever gonna see before I...
Hindustani Troublemaker: [grabs Willie and pins him against the car] Elf fucker! Motherfucker. Elf fucker! Who's the bitch now, Santy Claus? Faggy Claus! Faggy...
Kid: Leave Santa alone!
Hindustani Troublemaker: Little boy, don't interfere. I am doing this for all of us.
Kid: Leave Santa alone!
Hindustani Troublemaker: [Willie pulls free. Hindustani Troublemaker turns to leave] Ass clown.

Kid: Should I fix you some sandwiches?
Willie: I don't want any fucking sandwiches. What is it with you and fixin' fucking sandwiches?

Marcus: More booze, more bullshit, more butt-fucking
Willie: Sure, the 3 B's.

Willie: You can't drink worth a fuck.
Marcus: I weigh ninety-two pounds you dick!

I said, "Next," goddamn it! This is not the DMV!

I'm an eating drinking shiting fucking Santa Clause.

I'm not your fucking Da-Da.

OW! Watch the toenails, kid. Shit!

Things are fucked up at the North Pole. Mrs. Claus caught me fucking her sister, now I'm out on my ass.

Willie: It's Christmas and the kid's gettin' his fuckin' present.