Bernard: Excuse me. Are we on a coffee break?
Kid Elf: We don't drink coffee.
Bernard: Then I guess THE break is over! Back to work. Thanks.
Scott Calvin: Here we are. Denny's. Always open.
Charlie: I don't wanna eat here.
Scott Calvin: What are you talking about? Everybody likes Denny's, it's an American institution.
Scott Calvin: Hey, Charlie, you know how to call 911?
Charlie: Sure, 9-1-1.
Scott Calvin: Hey, I know where this is going. The other guy fell, it was an accident. I've got homeowners insurance, and a good attorney, not as good as my wife's - but let's not open up that wound.
Scott: Hey, kid, kid... who's in charge here?
Larry the Elf: You are, and I'm not a kid, I have pointy shoes that are older than you... I'm an elf.
Scott Calvin: Who gave you permission to tell Charlie there was no Santa Claus? I think if we're going to destroy our son's delusions, I should be a part of it.
Mr. Whittle: Good God, your weight! What happened?
Scott Calvin: Bee sting. Evidently I'm allergic. It almost killed me. But, the guy at the emergency room said that eventually the swelling will go down. I hope.
Answer: Because Neil thinks Charlie is old enough now that he should no longer believe in fantasy figures like Santa Claus.
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