[after capturing Santa Claus and tying him up with Christmas lights]
Scrooge
Now, how did this tired, old, fat piece of shit get the drop on us?
Gingerbread
I don't know.
Candy Cane
He's not even armed. This bag is the only thing he had on him.
Gingerbread
[digs into the bag]
Can't see anything.
[pulls out a present]
Gingerbread
[tosses Scrooge the present and pulls out another one]
Scrooge
[opens the present]
What kind of moron... carries a chess set with him?
Gingerbread
[pulls out a present shaped like a ukulele]
Gingerbread
Doesn't make any sense. Look at all this shit.
[tosses the ukulele present]
Scrooge
So, you're gonna tell us what's the gimmick with the bag?
Santa Claus
It's magic. You put your hand in, out comes a present. I don't really understand how it works, either. So, you're Mr. Scrooge.
Scrooge
That's right. But who are you?
Santa Claus
Weihnachtsmann. Julenissen. Shèngdàn Laorén. Babbo Natale, Père Noel, Kris Kringle. Jolly old Saint Nick. People call me a lot of things.
Scrooge
Ha, ha, ha. Very funny. Or should I say, "Ho, ho, ho"?
Gingerbread
If you're Santa, where's your reindeer?
Santa Claus
They were on the roof until that guy I turned into an ice kebab just...
[imitates rapid gunfire]
Santa Claus
You don't believe me? Go check. Prancer left a tasty log up there.
Candy Cane
You don't think...
Scrooge
Now, I know you're an idiot, but don't be an idiot out loud. Come on, he's just in Santy Claus with a fucking trick bag.
[tosses the bag into the fireplace]
Scrooge
Oh, come on. Everybody knows that Christmas dreams are bullshit. My father used to make a big deal out of it every Christmas. Every freaking Christmas with the presents and the candy and the decorations and the Christmas caroling and all that bullshit. And then when I was... I don't know, ten, 11, he got laid off, and that Christmas, couldn't even afford a tree. No Christmas dinner, no gifts. Nothing, nada, culo, dick. But our neighbors... our neighbors, oh, they had it all. I could see all that yuletide cheer through their window mocking me. So Christmas Eve rolls around, and... I waited for everybody to go to bed. And then I snuck in there to take it all. Only problem was that the gramps got up to take a piss and the two of us scared the shit out of each other. And, um, he fell down the stairs and-and broke his neck, and he died in the hospital. Everybody thought that I did it, and every time I tried to tell them, I tried to tell them that... Anyway, maybe I did do it. Maybe I did push him. Poor old fucker. So, you see, Christmas ruined my life. Okay? But you know what? It set me on the path and made me the great man that I am today.
Scrooge
I'm sorry, Jimmy. I really am. But I do gifts. I do Christmas cheer. I don't get involved in people's lives.
Scrooge
Oh, yeah? Yeah, well, maybe you fucking should!
Gingerbread
Um, how did he know your name?
Santa Claus
[to Gingerbread]
Oh, Bjorn. What's your excuse? Huh? Didn't I get you that Huffy bike you wanted back in '82? One you wrote me 50 times about!
[to Candy Cane]
Santa Claus
What about you, Kira? Well, you made your brother eat worms. That's naughty!
Gingerbread
Okay, how does he know about my bike?
Scrooge
It's a lucky guess, like: "Hey, do you like big tits?". Come on, every kid wants a fucking bike.
Santa Claus
[as Scrooge is threatening him]
Oh, Christ. No.
Scrooge
[pulls out his gun]
You're gonna tell me who you work for... then you've got five seconds to tell me who you really are.
[aims his gun at Santa Claus]
[clocks his gun and is about to shoot until the fake snow appears and music plays in the background]