Donna
Mom! I'm eleven! I'll look like a loser getting my picture with Santa!
Mrs. Malone
You'll look like someone who's grounded if you don't. Now, go sit on Santa's lap. Go!
Donna
[Donna reluctantly goes to sit on Santa's lap, who then places his hand on her shoulder]
Hey! [hits the hand away] Hands off, fat boy! [punches Santa in the gut and walks away]

