Head Elf:
Hermey! Aren't you finished painting that yet? There's a pile up a mile wide behind you! What's eating you, boy?
Hermey:
Not happy with my work, I guess.
Head Elf:
What?
Hermey:
I just don't like to make toys.
Head Elf:
Oh well if that's all... What? You don't like to make toys?
Hermey:
Nnno.
Head Elf:
[
to the other elves] Hermey doesn't like to make toys!
Elves:
[
whispering to each other] Hermey doesn't like to make toys. Shame on you!
Head Elf:
Do you mind telling me what you do want to do?
Hermey:
Well, sir, someday, I'd like to be a... a dentist.
Head Elf:
A - dentist?
Hermey:
Well, we need one up here. I've been studying. It's fascinating; you've no idea. Molars and bicuspids and incisors...
Head Elf:
[
interuppts] Now listen, you: you're an elf, and elves make toys. Now, get to work!
[
whistle blows]
Head Elf:
Ten minute break!
[
Hermey smiles, but then the head elf jumps him]
Head Elf:
Not for you! Finish the job, or you're fired!
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