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.
Charlie: Whoa, how did you do that? How did that feel, Dad?
Scott Calvin: It felt like "America's Most Wanted."
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.
Chosen answer: Even though Charlie did not want to stay with his Dad for Christmas Eve, he did want to stay at home with a family member, fragmented as it was. Eating Christmas Eve dinner at a Denny's restaurant was not his idea of a Christmas dinner at home with family.