Martini:
Genuine Rolexes! Ten bucks!
Olive:
I didn't know Rolex had three X's?
Martini:
Typographical error. Factory seconds.
The Postman:
Christmas, bah, bug and hum!
Radio Announcer:
Check out Marzipan Shack's pre-Ramadan Christmas sale!
Olive:
By the way, where's Rudolph?
Comet:
There's no Rudolph. It's just one of those urban legends.
The Postman:
[
singing] By now my ligaments are toast / But here it comes, more parcel post / Why not splurge? Send it priority! / What's one more pain in my posteriority?
Olive:
Martini, are you okay?
Martini:
Shaken, but not stirred.
Martini:
How'd you get away?
Olive:
It's kind of hard to explain. Have you heard of deus ex machina?
Martini:
Denise who?
Olive:
Look it up.
Martini:
The laws of breaking and entering, as they pertain to Santa, are unclear.
The Postman:
She's wanted for several charges of mail fraud, including... uh, licking the self-adhesive stamps, and not sending early for the holidays.
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