[during a game of tinsel football]
Come on, Pork Chop. Bring it on.
E Elf
Who you callin' "Pork Chop", Meatloaf?
"Meatloaf"? You wanna talk some trash? I'll talk trash with ya. But first, I'm gonna blitz.
EQ Elf Quarterback
Ready, set!
[to another elf]
I'm comin' after you, buddy.
EQ Elf Quarterback
Seven swans-a-swimming! Six geese-a-laying!
E Elves
Five golden rings!
[wearing an admiral uniform]
Can I have your attention? Stop the work, please. Everybody, stop the work. [the elves stopped working] Merry Christmas! That's nice. I have a little announcement to make. From this moment forward, we're not gonna make any more toys.
E Elves
[confused]
What? Huh?
The children of the world don't deserve these presents. They're running rampant with naughtiness. So, for this Christmas, we're gonna give these greedy, selfish little kids exactly what they deserve. A beautiful, high-quality, yet-low sulfur variety of coal!
E Elf
[to the other elves]
We can't give them coal.
We have to focus, all of us, on the goals ahead. And just to make sure that happens. [an elf hands him a horn] Thank you, sweetie. [chuckles] I-- I hate to blow my own horn. [blows the horn to summon the human-sized wooden toy soldiers, surrounding the elves]
Stay where you are! Don't be afraid!
I was up late, couldn't sleep. Milk wouldn't do it, cocoa was a little sweet, so I decided to make my own army of toy soldiers. They don't have a good sense of humor like me. I would do what they ask you, which is pretty much what I'm going to tell you!
[can't handle the lies]
Don't listen to him! This guy's not Santa!
He's a toy! He has a rubber face, and a plastic tushy! [while being held hostage by the toy soldiers] Ohh! Trust me! Don't let him ruin Christmas!
[sarcastically]
Thank you for those kind words, Bernard. Well, now that we all have an understanding...have a...a joyous and merry Christmas! [The coal tumbles on the conveyer belts] Merry Christmas!