Budderball: I think we should lower the candy canes a little. They're kinda hard to... see.
Budderball: Buddha looks like he's sleeping, but he calls it meditation.
Sniffer: You're awfully quiet, Budderball. I didn't even hear your stomach grumble.
Budderball: Buddha's always on time, whereas I'm always on time at dinnertime.
Puppy Paws: Yo, BFF-ing dudes! That sounds like mad, gnarly, fun for shizzle! Namaste.
Rosebud: Oh, brother.
Bob: There's other kids waiting to see Hank... I mean Santa.
Puppy Paws: What are we gonna do, dudette?
Rosebud: Oh, brother.
Puppy Paws: Sweet. And I can call you sis.
Puppy Paws: You ready, Buddies?
Mudbud: That's "Reindogs" to you, bro.
Rosebud: I'm not really buying the whole "Santa Paws" thing either, but I sure do love all the presents.
Buddha: Your material desires are those of the wanted mind. Enough is never enough.
Rosebud: How'd it go?
Buddha: I lost it.
Puppy Paws: What's the "it" you lost, Zen?
Buddha: My temper! That's the "it" I lost.
Sniffer: You pups wanna sing along?
B-Dawg: Hey, I don't sing. I rap.
Mudbud: Later, Dudenator.
