Princess Morebucks: What? Why?
Bubbles: Because Santa has his own list and he checks it twice. It says who's naughty and who's nice.
Princess Morebucks: So?
Bubbles: Duh. You're naughty.
Buttercup: Oh no! What if I don't get my official Red Raider carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle?
Princess Morebucks: Huh. Who would want a stupid old BB gun?
Buttercup: [gasp] Princess!
Princess Morebucks: Besides, you'll shoot your eye out.
Narrator: And all of the young 'uns are waiting with glee, thinking only of morn and what's under that tree. And not just the children, the teenagers, too. Chuck wants a football, Kathleen a tattoo.
Professor Utonium: I can make three little kids out of seasonings, but I can't get these lights to work.