Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Hermey:
Hey, what do you say we both be independent together, huh?

Rudolph:
You wouldn't mind my red nose?

Hermey:
Not if you don't mind me being a dentist.

Rudolph:
It's a deal.

Yukon Cornelius:
Fog's as thick as peanut butter.

Hermey:
You mean pea soup.

Yukon Cornelius:
You eat what you like and I'll eat what I'll like.

Head Elf:
Why weren't you at elf practice?

Hermey:
Just fixing these dolls' teeth.

Head Elf:
Just fixing...? Now listen, we have dolls that cry, talk, walk, blink and run a temprature. We don't need any chewing dolls.

Hermey:
I just thought I'd find a way to fit in.

Head Elf:
You'll never fit in. Now you come to elf practice, learn how to wiggle your ears and chuckle warmly and go hee-hee and ho-ho and important stuff like that. A dentist. Good grief.

Rudolph:
What do you want?

Clarice:
You promised to walk me home.

Rudolph:
Aren't you going to laugh at my nose too?

Clarice:
I think it's a handsome nose. Much better than that false one.

Rudolph:
It's terrible... and different from everybody else's!

Clarice:
But that's what makes it so grand. You should be lucky to have a nose like that.

Rudolph:
Yeah? But I wasn't very lucky today, was I?

Donner:
Alright, son, try it on.

Rudolph:
I don't want to, Daddy. I don't like it.

Donner:
You'll like it and wear it!

Rudolph:
But Daddy, it's not very comfortable!

Donner:
There are more important things than comfort: self respect!

Rudolph:
Goodbye, Hermey. Whatever a dentist is, I hope someday you will be the greatest.

Head Elf:
Hermey! Aren't you finished painting that yet? There's a pile up a mile wide behind you! What's eating you?

Hermey:
Not happy with my work, I guess.

Head Elf:
What?

Hermey:
I just don't like to make toys.

Head Elf:
Oh well if that's all - What? You don't like to make toys?

Hermey:
No.

Head Elf:
Hermey doesn't like to make toys.

Head Elf:
Would you mind telling me what you do wanna do?

Hermey:
Well, some day I'd like to be a dentist.

Head Elf:
A dentist?

Hermey:
Well we need one up here. I've been studying molars and bicuspids and incisors...

Head Elf:
Now listen, you, you're an elf and elves make toys. Now get to work.

Hermey:
A jack-in-the-box for a sentry?

Rudolph:
Don't tell me: Jack.

Rudolph:
But you fell off the edge of the cliff.

Yukon Cornelius:
Didn't I ever tell you about Bumbles? Bumbles bounce.

Narrator:
Sam the Snowman: Now don't any of you worry your heads about Santa, Mrs. Claus will have him plenty fattened up before Christmas eve. It's always the same story.

Yukon Cornelius:
We'll have to outwit the fiend with our superior intelligence.

Rudolph:
How?

Yukon Cornelius:
Douse your nose and run like crazy!

Yukon Cornelius:
You're going to stay with me and we'll all be rich with the biggest silver strike this side of Hudson Bay. Silver.

Hermey:
I thought you wanted gold.

Yukon Cornelius:
I changed my mind.

Mrs. Claus:
Eat, Poppa, eat.

Santa Claus:
How can I eat? That silly elf song is driving me crazy.

Mrs. Claus:
You're gonna disappoint the children. They expect a fat Santa.

Santa Claus:
From what I see now, that will cut through the murkiest storm they can dish up. What I'm trying to say is, Rudolph, with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?

Rudolph:
It will be an honor, sir.

Santa Claus:
Great bouncing icebergs.

Mrs. Donner:
He's got a shiny nose.

Donner:
Shiny? I'd even say it glows.

Narrator:
Sam the Snowman: Could it be that some of you are not acquainted with the story of Rudolph? Well pull up an ice block and lend an ear.

Yukon Cornelius:
Open up. Isn't a fit night out for man nor beast.

Yukon Cornelius:
Here's the man

Yukon Cornelius:
and here's the beast.

Yukon Cornelius:
Observe the bumble's one weakness... The bumble sinks! Ha ha!

Coach Comet:
From now on, we won't let Rudolph join in any reindeer games.

Narrator:
Sam the Snowman: If I live to be 100, I'll never forget that big snow storm a couple of years ago. The weather closed in and, well you might not believe it, but the world almost missed Christmas. Oh, excuse me, call me Sam. What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a talking snowman before?

Yukon Cornelius:
Whoa. Whoa. Unmush, will ya?

Mrs. Donner:
We'll simply have to overlook it.

Donner:
How can you overlook that? His beak blinks like a blinking beacon.

Narrator:
Sam the Snowman: Old Donner felt pretty bad about the way he had treated Rudolph, and he decided the only thing to do was to go out and look for his little buck. Mrs. Donner wanted to go along, naturally, but Donner said...

Donner:
No. This is man's work.

Narrator:
Sam the Snowman: And no sooner did the man of the house leave when Mrs. Donner and Clarice decided to set out on their own. Now they were really taking their chances.

King Moonraiser:
A toy is never truly happy until it is loved by a child.