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.
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.
Charlie: Dad?
Scott Calvin: What is it, Charlie?
Charlie: Maybe you better leave some milk and cookies out, just in case. Okay?
Scott Calvin: Great. I'll just go pre-heat the oven.
Charlie: And don't forget the fire extinguisher.
Scott Calvin: Good night, Charlie.
Charlie: You said you believe in Santa Claus, right, Dad?
Scott Calvin: I did? I do.
Charlie: Whoa, how did you do that? How did that feel, Dad?
Scott Calvin: It felt like "America's Most Wanted."
E.L.F.S. Leader: We're your worst nightmare. Elves with attitude.
Laura: Here's Neil's mother's number.
Scott Calvin: 1-800-SPANK-ME? I know that number.
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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