The Year Without a Santa Claus (1974 TV Movie)
Snow Miser: Don't be such a stranger. Come around with your husband, we'll have a blizzard. Ha ha ha ha.
Snow Miser: So, Mrs. C., how's your hubby?
Mrs. Santa: Not too good, Snowy, he's got a bad cold.
Snow Miser: Aw, that's a shame. He should've come to see me, I'd've given him a good one. HO HA HO... a little chilly humor, there.
Heat Miser: Oh, some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot.
Santa Claus: All right. What are you up to?
Mrs. Santa: Up to? Do I look like I'm up to something?
Santa Claus: No, you don't look like you're up to something, but whenever you look like you're not up to ANYTHING, you're up to something.
Heat Miser: Well, well, Mrs. Claus. How's your husband doing? Out doing another commercial for my brother?
Mrs. Santa: Oh come now. You know he's not on your brother's payroll.
Mrs. Santa: Would you mind doing us a favor?
Heat Miser: I don't see why I should. No one ever does anything for me. What is it?
Mrs. Santa: Could you let it snow in the south for one day?
Heat Miser: WHAT? SNOW IN THE SOUTH?
Mrs. Santa: Just for one day?
Heat Miser: NEVER.
[thinks for a few seconds]
Heat Miser: Hmmm... unless of course... there was... you know... something in it for me?
Dr. Bobbin: And for what? Just to deliver presents to a bunch of folks who don't give a hoot in the first place.
Mrs. Santa: Now, now, Doctor. It's not just presents and you know it. What about all that Christmas spirit and good will?
Dr. Bobbin: If you had any sense, you'd give it up as a bad job and stay home in bed this year.
Mrs. Santa: Oh come now, if Santa stayed home, why there would be no Christmas.
Dr. Bobbin: Who cares? Nobody cares about Christmas anymore.
Santa Claus: They don't?
Dr. Bobbin: Of course not. Wouldn't surprise me none if nobody even believed in you anymore.
Mrs. Santa: Now Santa, don't you pay him any mind.
Dr. Bobbin: Nobody cares a hoot and a holler for you or Christmas. Oh by the way, Merry Christmas to you.
Jingle Bells: [answers the phone] Hello? Jingle Bells, number 1 elf speaking. May I ask who is calling please? Oh, hi, Mrs. Claus. Yes, Mrs. Claus. Okay, Mrs. Claus. Sure thing, Mrs. Claus. Right away, Mrs. Claus.
Jangle Bells: Who was that?
Jingle Bells: That was... Ooh.
Snow Miser's Men: He's Mister White Christmas, he's Mister Snow. He's Mr. Icicle, he's Mister 10 below.
Snow Miser: Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much.