I got him in the east wing. All right, we're on our way. Hold him.
Violent Night
20s
- It's Gertrude! - It's Mom. - Okay, let's do this. - Okay, okay. Come on. - Come on. Bert, get over here. - No. Mom. Mom! - Positions. - Game time, buddy. - Okay. Okay. - This is my good side. I'm busy. -ALVA: We've gone over this! Come on! Gosh. Okay. Bert, get in the middle. So it begins. Seriously, come. You know what that means. Shall we jockey forward? No.
Violent Night
12.7s
Parts of Asia, at least. We were in parts of Asia once, and, like, we couldn't even go to a restaurant. Ah, what is there a better gift than... gift of a golden opportunity?
Violent Night
13.8s
I'm telling you, no one hired a Santa. All right, all right, all right. You're right. You're right. Let's stop it. Let's stop it. What are we doing here? Come on. What are we, amateurs? We're half-assing this. Come on. It's not called a finger cracker.
Violent Night
3.2s
Are you okay, Santa?
Violent Night
16.9s
- Really? - Aw. What a way to find out that there's no Santa. Hey, let's come back Easter and ruin the Easter Bunny for her, too, huh? - Trudy! - Come back here! - Stop her! - Trudy! -Hey! You idiots, stay at your posts. Trudy! I'll find this little brat.
Violent Night
2.3s
- It's Christmas! - Yeah!
Violent Night
7.1s
Can you use your Christmas magic to make them love each other again? I wish I had that kind of power.
Violent Night
7.1s
Whew. Whew. This is Candy Cane checking in. Compound is clear and secured.
Violent Night
2.7s
Grown-ups have a hard time believing things.
Violent Night
1.5s
Shit.
Violent Night
8.3s
It's a sentimental photo of the day I was born. I remember. I was there. She doesn't give a shit.
He wasn't asking you. She's playing make-believe. She's pretending to talk to Santa. It's not pretend. Santa's my friend, and he said he's going to save us. No. - And beat you up. - Oh, is he? I bet he'd come out of hiding if you asked him to, huh? What do you say you come with me -and we play a little game with him, huh? -No, no, no. Trudy, come on. Tell him the truth now. - You aren't talking to Santa. - Yes, I am. No, you're not. Come on, now. -Yes, I am. -Damn it, Trudy, Santa isn't real!
