Jovie [After Ḅuddy does an all-nighter of hyper decorating the store, he hears Jovie singing "Baby, It's Cold Outside" in the staff room shower, walks in and sits on the sink shelf and sings along]
I really can't stay, I've got to go 'way, this evening has been, so very nice, my mother will start to worry, and father will be pacing' the floor, So, really, I'd better scurry, well, may be just a half a drink more, the neighbors might think baby, it's bad out there, say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how to break the spell, I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell, I ought to say no, no, no, sir, mind if I move in closer? At least I'm gonna say that I tried, what's the sense of hurting? my pride? I really can't stay, ah, but it's cold outside baby, it's cold outside! [Buddy sustains a note and Jovie realizes the presence of Buddy in the room and turns the water off] Get out! Don't look at me! Get out! [Buddy covers his eyes and runs into a locker and knocks himself out]
Uh-oh. Sounds like somebody needs to sing a Christmas carol.
Jovie No way.
The best way to spread Christmas cheer, is singing loud for all to hear.
Jovie Thanks, but I don't sing.
Oh, well, it's just like talking, except longer and louder, and you move your voice up and down.
Jovie I can sing, I just choose not to sing. Especially in front of other people.
If you can sing alone, you sing in front of other people. There's no difference.
Jovie Actually, there's a BIG difference.
No... no... no, there isn't. Wait... [Starts singing loud and off-key] I'm singing!/I'm in a store and I'm singing! [adeptly] I'm in a store and I'm singing!
HEY! There's no singin' in the North Pole!
Especially when we make toys! [to Jovie] See?
Jovie How come you were in the women's locker room this morning?
Jovie You sure had it nothing to do with the fact that I was naked and in the shower?
I didn't know you were naked. Why were you here so early?
Jovie They shut my water off. What were you doing here?
Jovie You built this? They're kinda pissed about this.
[appears]
Hey guys. Have you seen the place? It's pretty good. It's a little "too good". Corporate must have sent in a professional. I don't know why somebody's gunning for my job. But look, let's remain a team, okay? Cause if I go, we all go. If you get wind of anything, call me on my radio. Channel three. Code word is "Santa's got a brand new bag." Okay? [to Jovie] Six inch ribbon curls, honey.
Jovie [rolls her eyes]
But that's impossible.
[interrupting]
SIX... inches. [storms away]
By the way, you have the most beautiful singing voice in the whole wide world.
Where did you say you were from?
Oh, yeah, candles burning low, lots of mistletoe, lots of snow and ice everywhere we go, choirs singing carols right outside my door, all these things and more. I wish Dad were here.
'Cause he's the greatest Dad in the whole wide world.
Are you kidding? He's the worst Dad in the world.
Not the way he does it. All he cares about is money. He doesn't care about you, or me, or anybody.
Well, he is on the naughty list.
[Notices Buddy staring at Jovie]
You like her?
The girl you're staring at.
Why don't you ask her out?
You know, on a date... to eat food.
Yes, real food, not candy. And if she says yes, you're in. It's like a secret code girls have.
Jovie Well, look who it is.
Hi, Jovie. Hi. Oh, uh, this is Michael. I'm his brother.
Jovie So, what are you doing here? Did Gimbels give you your job back?
No. But things worked out pretty good. They gave me a restraining order.
Jovie Well, um, you should probably get outta here.
Ho ho ho! But... I really wanted to see you, and... and I think you're beautiful, and I, um... I feel really warm when I am around you, And, um, my tongue swells up. So... Do you wanna go eat food?
Jovie Do I... do I wanna eat food?
Mm-hmm, you know, uh, the code... food.
Jovie Well, I just had my lunch break.
Jovie But I'm free on Thursday.
Thursday! Thursday! Come on. That'd be great. All right. Was that okay?
And so, with a little help, Buddy managed to save Christmas. And his spirit saved a lot of other people, too. Walter started his own independent publishing company. His first book was written by a brand new, critically acclaimed children's author. The book was Elf... a, uh, "fictional" story about an adopted elf named Buddy who was raised in the North Pole, went to New York, ate spaghetti, worked in a shiny mailroom, and eventually saved Christmas.
[Buddy reading to children]
"First, I traveled through the seven levels of the Candy Cane Forest, past the Sea of Twirly-Swirly gumdrops, and then, I walked through the Lincoln tunnel..."
And as for me, I can't complain. Buddy comes up to visit from time to time. Oh, thank you, Jovie. That's very sweet of you.
Jovie You're welcome, Papa. But you can do the job when you're in town.
Hey, Suzie. Come here, little one. When it snows, ain't it thrilling? Papa wants to see you.
