The Mayor: Jack, I'm only an elected official here, I can't make decisions by myself!
Dr. Finkelstein: That's twice this month you've slipped deadly nightshade into my tea and run off.
Sally: Three times.
Jack: Forgive me, Mr. Claws. I'm afraid I've made a terrible mess of your holiday.
Santa: Bumpy sleigh ride, Jack?! The next time you get the urge to take over someone else's holiday, I'd listen to HER. [Points to Sally.] She's the only one who makes any SENSE around this insane asylum! [Mutters to himself.] Skeletons, boogie-men...
Jack: I hope there's still time.
Santa: To save Christmas? Of course there is! I'm Santa Claus!