Oscar: [as Maria reaches into Oscar's trash can and angrily grabs him by the scruff of his neck] Hey what's going on? What?, What?, What? Wait. Ahh.
[Groans in pain]
Oscar: What are you doing, Maria?
Maria: Oscar, I hope you're satisfied. You had to start all that stuff about Santa and tiny chimneys, and you've upset Big Bird so much, he's gone.
Oscar: Well, uh, I didn't know he'd do anything dumb like that! I was only teasing him!
Maria: Teasing him?
Oscar: Yeah.
Maria: Telling him that Santa's not gonna bring anybody any presents because he can't get down a tiny chimney? Now, you call that teasing?
Oscar: Well, uh, he'll come back! He's part homing pigeon! Besides, what's the big deal? He lives outdoors all the time anyway!
Maria: Now, look here, Oscar. Now, the nest is something different. That's his home. He's got an electric blanket there and he's got heating pads and he's around all the people that he loves, but here, it is Christmas Eve and he's out there somewhere in this big city, and it keeps snowing and it's getting colder and and he could be in serious trouble unless we find him! So what are you gonna do about it?
Oscar: Well, I'm gonna find him and and bring him back! Get me off of here. Come on, hurry up. Get my feet on the ground here. Come on, hurry up, Skinny. OK. Hey Turkey, where are you? It's me, Old Oscar. Come back.
