I think we should call security.
Good idea.
I like to whisper too!
Elf (2003) · 57 quotes
I think we should call security.
Good idea.
I like to whisper too!
Are you crazy? He can't stay here.
We can't just throw him out in the snow.
Why not? He loves the snow. He's told me 15 times.
Walter, he's your son.
You're taking the books back?
See, I... I see what you're trying to do here. You're trying to make me feel bad, when, in actuality, you're the one that missed the payments.
But the children love the books.
I know that, uh... you know, I'm the one that ran the focus groups, but I like hearing that.
A reprint? You know how much that's gonna cost?
Two whole pages are missing. The story doesn't make any sense.
What, you think some kid's gonna notice two pages? I mean, they... all they do is look at pictures.
So, you really think we should ship 'em?
No, I think we should take a $30,000 bath so some kid can understand what happened? To a puppy and a frigging pigeon? Ship 'em. [Phone rings] Yeah.
Mr. Hobbs? It's me on the intercom.
Go ahead.
Yeah, I think some one sent you a Christmas-gram. [Buddy bursts into office]
Dad!
All right, uh, let's get it Over with.
I walked all day and night to find you.
Uh, you look like you came from the North Pole. [Chuckles]
That's exactly where I came from. Santa must've called you!
Oh, yeah, sure, he, uh... Just got off the cell phone with me.
You did?!
So, go on. Go on with what? Well, are... are you gonna sing a song or something, or can I just go back to work?
A song? Uh... yeah. Anything for you, Dad, uh... I... I'm, I'm here with my dad and we never met and he wants me to sing him a song and, um, I was adopted but you didn't know I was born. So, I'm here now, I found you, Daddy and, guess what? I love you, I love you I love you!
Wow, that was weird. You know, usually you guys just uh, you know, Put my name into jingle bells or something.
It's me, your son. Susan Wells had me, and... And she didn't tell you, and, and, and, but now I'm here... It's me buddy. Susan Wells.
Uh, you said Susan Wells?
Yes.
Who sent this Christmas-gram?
What's a Christmas-gram? I want one.
I think we should call security.
Good idea.
I like to whisper, too. It's okay, Walter's my father.
Well, your dad's busy right now.
Okay, I'll come back later.
Yeah, you know, you're not gonna come back for a while, okay? You're gonna go back to Santa Land.
Okay.
Yeah, why don't you go back to Gimbels?
Hey, uh... I'm gonna eat in the bedroom, okay? I, uh, I got a bunch of stuff to go over.
Are you sure?
I'm... I'm just way behind on a bunch of stuff.
Okay.
Can I eat in my room?
No.
Why not? Dad's eating in his room. [Mimics father's voice] I got a bunch of homework to go over, and I'm way behind on a bunch of stuff.
You're eating here.
Dad! I knew that you'd come, I love you for coming. Officer Tom, this is my Dad. This is Walter... he came. He bailed me out. They gave me one phone call. [repeats] And I said," I know who I'm gonna call... Walter Hobbs. And sure enough, you showed up. You did, they said you weren't gonna show up. They told me so many times...
Shh. Just who the heck are you, and what is your problem?
I'm Buddy. I'm your son.
Wait, um... Tell me, tell me, tell me, uh... Where did you get this picture?
Papa Elf gave it to me.
Listen... is this some kind a game? What do you want, some money?
No! I just wanted to meet you, And I thought you might wanna meet me.
Who wouldn't wanna meet you?
I thought maybe we could make gingerbread houses, eat cookie dough, go ice skating, and... and maybe even hold hands.
Uh-huh. Come with me.
Okay.
Okay. What have we got here?
Buddy, don't eat those. [Grabs Buddy's hand on third reach, and Buddy reveals the cotton balls in other hand in a magician's trick]
We got to really hurry up, Walter, because I'm double-booked for the rest of the afternoon.
Am I sick?
Yeah, but that's not why we're here. We're here to do a test, come on.
What kind of test?
It's just a test to find out if you're my son or not.
Why am I sitting on paper?
Because it's sanitary for the other patients. Now, would you sit still so I can do the finger prick?
Finger prick! Oh...! It's cold.
Yeah, just please sit still, please?
Okay, can I listen to your necklace?
No, you can't.
Will you just sit still...?
Why is there a skeleton over there?
I don't know. Walter, could you please...?
If I squint, it looks like a pirate flag.
Could you please have him sit still?
Does he have a name?
No, he hasn't got a name. I'm sorry, Ben. I am sorry.
I have a lot of sick patients waiting.
Would you please hold still? Please.
He got mad at me.
Yes, he did. He did. The sooner you sit still, the sooner we can get this mess over with.
Okay. Then can we eat sugar plums?
You betcha. We'll eat sugar plums, make gingerbread houses, and we'll even paint eggs.
Well, painting eggs, that's Easter. [The doctor pricks his finger] Ow!
So?
It's a boy. Buddy is your son.
That's very impossible. You saw that guy out there. He's certifiably insane.
He's probably just reverting to a state of childlike dependency.
An elf?
What he needs is to be nurtured.
Oh, I see. So, you'd like me to breastfeed him?
Walter, just bring him home, introduce him to Emily and Michael, and once he comes to terms with reality, he should drop the whole elf thing and move on with his life. I mean, that's what I would do if I were you.
Oh, my God! Walter, this is... this is wonderful, you... you have another son. Wonderful. Oh, gosh, I... I guess I never really thought of it that way. This is incredible, I... you know, it's a little complicated, But it's nothing that we can't handle.
Honey?
What?
He thinks he's an elf.
I'm sorry, what?
He think he's a Christmas elf.
Oh, come on, Walter, I'm sure he doesn't actually think he's an elf.
And then, I traveled through the 7 levels of the candy cane forest, past the sea of swirly-twirly gumdrops, and then, I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel. [Ṗroċeeds to then down an entire 2-litter bottle of Coca-Cola in one sịppịṅg]
Ahh. So, where were you for the last 30 years?
The North Pole. Can you pass the maple syrup? Please?
I... I didn't put... it's spaghetti.
Oh, you know what? I think I have some. [Reaches into his sleave and miraculously produces a mini bottle of maple syrup] Yes.
You sure like sugar, huh?
Is there sugar in syrup?
Yes.
Then YES! We elves try to stick to the four main food groups: candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup.
So, would you be staying with us then?
You mean I can stay?
Of course you can.
Emily.
How... how long do you think you'll be with us?
I... I hadn't really planned it out, but I was thinking, like... forever.
Emily? Can I just speak to you for a minute in the, uh, kitchen, please? [In the kitchen to Emily] Are you crazy? He cannot stay here.
Clearly, he has some serious issues. We can't just throw him out in the snow.
Why not? He loves the snow. He's told me 15 times.
Walter, he's your son.
Did you hear that?
You are so weird.
Dad? Dad? Dad! [Walter comes in door]
What?
I can't go to sleep, unless I get tucked in.
What?
I can't go to sleep unless I get tucked in.
I am not gonna tuck you in.
I... I promise I'll go right to sleep.
Fine.
Tickle fight, tickle fight!
Buddy, stop.
Tickle fight. Tickle...
Stop stop, stop.
Sorry.
It's all right. Hey, uh, [Clears throat] you just lay there and go to sleep.
Okay.
Okay.
Dad?
Hmm?
I love you.
Okay. Go to sleep now.
Hobbs.
Hey. How you doing?
Please sit down. Haven't seen you since the retreat. You're looking good.
Thank you very much, you as well. What do I owe the pleasure?
Well, to be honest, I got a call from my niece. She wants to know how a certain puppy and a certain pigeon escaped the clutches of a certain evil witch.
Believe me, we're already looking for new printers. This one has obviously gotten sloppy.
Maybe it isn't the printer who's gotten sloppy. That's your signature, right?
You know, we could sit here and point fingers all day.
I've got news for you. Even if those two pages were in there, the book still would've sucked. Have you seen the numbers for this quarter?
They'll be here today.
They're in. That frigging puppy and pigeon are tanking hard, Hobbs. My people estimate we're gonna post a minus 8 for this quarter. A minus 8. That does not happen.
You know, we'll bounce back. We...
No.
No? Well...
No, no, no. We're gonna ship a new book the first quarter.
First quarter?
I'm gonna be back in town on the 24th. At that time, I would love to hear in exact detail what your plans are for this new book.
Wait a minute. The 24th, that's Christmas Eve.
And?
And, no problem. Be great to have you in the loop.
What should we put on it first?
Lights!
Oh, good. And then, after that?
Ornaments!
Ornaments, okay.
What the hell's that?
A Christmas tree.
A Christmas tree?
Buddy chopped it down in the park.
Emily.
I don't know what you're making such a big deal about. They were just having a little fun.
Oh, fun? So felonies are fun now? I thought, see, felonies were felonies.
Okay, the tree thing was bad. I'll get him to plant another one. But at least Michael is happy for once.
What, uh, what's that supposed to mean?
Well, I don't think it's any secret, Walter, that you haven't exactly been there for him.
I'll tell you what, why don't we just pull him outta school and let the, uh, deranged elf man raise him? Then they can have lots of fun committing felonies.
How are we gonna get the star on top?
I got it. [Buddy takes a running sprint, jumps on the couch, and grabs a hold of the tree, only for him to take the tree down along with him]
I mean, what are we gonna do? We can't... we can't leave him alone here. He's gonna destroy the place.
Why don't you, um... why don't you take off tomorrow? You know, and you could stay home and watch him?
Oh, no. No, I can't stay home tomorrow, I have a budget meeting tomorrow. Well, honey, I can't take off, I'm one... one bad pitch away from getting fired... one.
Well, I tell you what, I have an idea then. Why don't you take buddy to work with you?
That's a nice purple dress. It's very purple-y
Francisco.
How's it going, Mr. Hobbs?
Ooh, Francisco, that's fun to say..." Francisco." Do you remember me?
I do. I didn't recognize you.
I know, I'm in work clothes. Thank you, Deborah. Deb, you have such a pretty face. You should be on a Christmas card.
You just made my day.
Eww.
Buddy.
Mmm.
You don't have to drink that.
Thank you. [Buddy begins reading a book, while Walter continues to work] Francisco...Francisco...Francisco.
Buddy?
Am I too loud?
Just... just a little.
Sorry.
Yes, Bud?
Why is your name on the desk?
I bought the desk. My name's there so no one steals it.
That's a joke, isn't it, Dad?
Yeah, Buddy, that's a joke.
So, what are we gonna build?
No, uh, we don't do that kind of work here, pal.
Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?
Put that down. [Answers phone] Hello? [To Buddy] Please, don't touch anything.
Sorry.
Hey... Bud, have you... have you... Have you ever seen a mailroom?
A mailroom? No.
No?
No.
Oh, I mean, wow. Wow... listen, it's a place where mail from all over the world comes, uh-huh. And they sort it out there, see? And you can touch it all, and they put it in these shiny bins.
Shiny bins?
Right. What do ya think?
It sounds great.
Good.
Can we go there?
Well, um... I gotta work here, maybe... maybe you can work there.
Okay, I'll work there.
Oh, I don't think this is the place my Dad was talking about. Is there a different mailroom?
No. This is the only one.
It's not very shiny.
Now... over here's the trench. All the mail comes out that shooter. Scan and find the floor each piece is moving to. Put it in a canister and shove it up the tube with the same number. You got that?
I think so. This place reminds me of Santa's workshop. Except it smells like mushrooms, and everyone looks like they wanna hurt me.
Uh, Greenway's coming in tomorrow, So, what... what do we got?
Well, Morris and I have been brainstorming, and we've come up with what I think is a pretty big idea.
Great, what?
You're gonna love it, it's fantastic.
What?
Okay, picture this... We bring in Miles Finch.
The Miles Finch?
The Golden Ghost. We bring him in! He's written more classics than Dr. Seuss. It ain't gonna be easy, But I think it's worth a shot.
My two top writers, my crack team, my fun squad... you came in here pitching me, the idea of hiring another writer?
Yeah.
Miles Finch. I like it. [Chuckles] I like it.
My favorite book of yours has gotta be Gus' pickles. It's existential, yet it's so accessible.
Uh, Mr. Finch, uh, Eugene Dupris here. It's a thrill just to be talking to you on our speakerphone.
Miles, um, so, what do you think? Can you fly in tomorrow?
I'll give you five hours tomorrow, not a minute more.
Oh, that's... that's great.
I'd like a black s500 to receive me at the airport. I need the interior of that car to be 71 degrees exactly.
We can do that.
Mr. Hobbs? There's a situation downstairs.
I'm sorry, what?
No, hold on, Miles. Deb, hang up.
I do not hold. Do not put me on hold.
We have a problem in the mailroom.
What's going on? Don't speak... Deborah, hang up!
That's it, I'm gone.
Miles!
I'll be there tomorrow... 71 degrees.
Sir, Chuck in the mailroom needs to talk to you.
Chuck... what, Chuck? I mean, what could be going on down there that's so important you had to interrupt me, what?
All right, let's do this.
Miles, I'm so happy you could come. Uh...
Yeah.
I'm Walter Hobbs. Yeah, let's get the, uh... Taken care of so we can get started here. Here you go.
Great. All right... [Clears throat] What have you guys got so far? Go ahead.
Uh... We were thinking, uh, something like this, uh... We open on a young tomato. He's had some tough times down at the farm with, you know, a rabbit, and...
No. No tomatoes... too vulnerable. Kids, they're already vulnerable.
No, you see? I... I told you guys. I told them the very same thing...
And no farms. Every body's pushing small town rural. A farm book would just be white noise.
What about this? Uh, a tribe of asparagus children, but they're self-conscious about the way their pee smells. [Gestures in a desperate urge of praising of originality]
Apparently, all we have is vegetables, I have no time so you know, if you've got a story here...
I've got about five or six great starts here. [Pounds his ideas notebook on the table with a fist] I've got one idea that I'm especially psyched out of my mind about. You know, it's one of those ideas where you're like, YES! [They all react in surprised excitement]
Uh, great, could we hear it?
I'll start with the cover. Picture this... you got, uh
Dad! I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!
Buddy, not now, uh, can you please go back to the... to the pit? I'll come and visit you in a little while, okay?
I didn't know you had elves working here.
Oh... boy, you're... you're hilarious, my friend.
He doesn't, uh... get back to the story, please.
All right, okay. So, on the cover above the title...
Does Santa know that you left the workshop?
You know, we're all laughing our heads off.
Did you have to borrow a reindeer to get down here?
Buddy... go back to the basement.
Hey, jack weed, I get more action in a week than you've had your entire life. I've got houses in L.A., Paris, and Vail, each one of them with a 70-inch plasma screen. So, I suggest you wipe that stupid smile off your face before I come over there and smack it off! You feeling strong, my friend?! Call me elf one more time!
He's an angry elf. [Miles then leaps up onto the meeting table and starts running towards Buddy, growling] Look at you. [Miles then does an airborne kick into Buddy's chest] Ow! Hey, what... Aah! I wasn't ready for that. [Miles twists his arm] Aah! Hey, hey, hey! Whoa!
Ooh...
Call me elf one more time! Call me elf!
You're an elf. [Miles then flips Buddy off the table and into chairs]
Miles, I'm sorry, he thinks he's an elf. [Walter stops Miles from leaving, but Miles leaves] Listen, Miles... Listen, Miles!
He must be a South Pole elf.
You get the hell outta here.
Where do you want me to go?
I don't care where you go. [starts yelling at the top of his lungs] I don't care that you're an elf! I don't care that you're NUTS! I DON’T CARE THAT YOU’RE MY SON! GET OUTTA MY LIFE!! NOW!!
[Heartbroken, Buddy tearfully runs out of the office while the others stare at Walter tạkeṅ ạbạċk]
Hi, it's me.
I really can't talk right now.
Well, just tell me how the pitch went.
I'm gonna be a little later than I thought, okay?
Well, don't be too late, Walter, it's Christmas Eve.
Walter...
Wait, um. Honey, I gotta go, okay? Love ya.
Oh, say hi to Buddy.
What?
Walter, breakthrough. We found this in the conference room.
What is it?
It's Miles Finch's notebook. This thing is chock full of genius ideas. I mean, look at that.
And his best idea is about a peach that lives on a farm. What's more vulnerable than a peach?
What, uh, what do we do?
I think we should go with the first pitch... it's genius.
Uh, how much time we got?
We got, like, 45 minutes.
Well, come on, let's, uh, try to get a storyboard or something ready.
Come on, let's do it.
Just try. No, you can't sit down and get a storyboard ready. Go and get a storyboard ready.
Oh, boy! Go.
I'm sorry I ruined your lives and crammed 11 cookies into the VCR. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere. I'll never forget you. Love, Buddy.
As you know, we need a big launch, fast, to get the company back on track. So I think I speak for my fellow board members when I say, this better be good.
Before I get into the story, let me start with the cover, okay? Now, just picture this...
Dad! I gotta talk to you.
Michael, what is it?
Buddy ran away.
What?
He left a note. I'm scared, Dad. He's gone.
Let me just finish this meeting and then we'll figure it out, okay?
Figure out what? Buddy cares about everybody. All you care about is yourself.
Hey, Michael. Wait. We're gonna have to reschedule this, Mr. Greenway.
We don't have time to reschedule. I wanna hear the damn thing now. Son, you'll have to wait.
No, don't tell my kid what to do. Can't we do this another time, Mr. Greenway?
I flew in just to hear this pitch and I intend to.
It's gonna have to wait.
If you wanna keep your job, Hobbs, you will pitch me this book right now.
Well, up yours.
Yeah, up yours.
Hey.
Hobbs. Hobbs! HOBBS! YOU WALK OUT OF HERE, A-AND-AND YOU’RE FINISHED AT GREENWAY! YOU’RE FINISHED!
Hey! You found it.
Buddy!
I need to tell you something.
No, no Buddy, there's something I have to tell you right now. Um, I didn't mean anything I said back there, not one word. I know you be a little, um, um... uh, chemically imbalanced, But you've been right about a lot of things. I... I don't want you to leave. You're my son, and I... love you.