Christmas Eve on Sesame Street

Cookie Monster:
[At the end of the movie, Susan and Gordon come home and see that Cookie Monster has eaten their Christmas tree] Ohhh, ohh, oh, Scotch pine delicious, but Douglas fir give me heartburn. Burp! Excuse me, ohhh, oh!

[Susan and Gordon look perplexed]

Cookie Monster:
Burp! Oh sorry, oh!

[Credits roll]

Cookie Monster:
Burp! Buuuuuuurrrp! Oh that a long one, buuuuurrp, buuuurrp, oh!

[Movie ends]

Maria:
Oscar, I hope you're satisfied. You had to start all that stuff about Santa and tiny chimneys, and you've upset Big Bird so much, he's gone.

Oscar:
Well, I didn't know he'd do anything dumb like that! I was only teasin' him!

Maria:
Teasing him? Telling him that Santa's not gonna bring anybody any presents because he can't get down a tiny chimney? Now, you call that teasing?

Oscar:
Well, he'll come back! He's part homing pigeon! Besides, what's the big deal? He lives outdoors all the time anyway!

Maria:
Now, look here, Oscar. Now, the nest is something different. That's his home. He's got an electric blanket there and he's got heating pads and he's around all the people that he loves, but here, it's Christmas Eve and he's out there somewhere in this big city, and it keeps snowing and it's getting colder and he could be in serious trouble unless we find him! So what are you gonna do about it?

Oscar:
I'm gonna find him and bring him back!

Big Bird:
[Oscar crashed through a wall and fell down the stairs] Oscar, are you okay?

Oscar:
[pops up in his can] Okay? Let's go back and do it again!

Cookie Monster:
[ice skating] Let's play stop the whip!

Kermit the Frog:
One kid thinks that Santa Claus gets into the house at Thanksgiving and hides in the laundry hamper until Christmas Eve.

Big Bird:
Look at all the people down there, they'll all running around. Guess somebody must be lost.

Snuffy:
[squeezed into a garbage can to prove Santa can fit in chimneys] Bird?

Big Bird:
Yes, Snuffy?

Snuffy:
Now that we know how Santa gets *into* the chimney, how does he get *out*?

Big Bird:
Hey Oscar, wait! Hey Oscar! I know how Santa gets down the chimney! All he does is take that big belt of his and tie it real tight around his waist, and it makes him so skinny he fits right down the chimney.

Oscar:
[pops out of the can] You are, without a doubt, the stupidest... [most of what he says next is drowned out by the noise of a passing subway train]... bird I've ever met. [goes back in the can]