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.
Laura: Here's Neil's mother's number.
Scott Calvin: 1-800-SPANK-ME? I know that number.
Mr. Whittle: You should see a doctor, a shrink, a dietician, anything.
Charlie: You said you believe in Santa Claus, right, Dad?
Scott Calvin: I did? I do.
E.L.F.S. Leader: We're your worst nightmare. Elves with attitude.
Answer: The elf on top probably ignored him as he was in no position to answer him. The elves seem to have a stratified society [i.e. some make toys, Judy provides food/beverage, some do security etc.] so it was most likely his job just to punch in the code so the sleigh would descend. With Bernard being the head elf, and probably the most knowledgeable on all things Santa related, he would be in the best position to talk to Scott and answer all of his questions.
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