Psych, Season 2

Shawn:
The Christmas spirits told me to give this to you.

Buzz:
Oh my goodness, a Daisy Red Ryder! I had one of these when I was a kid. It was the reason I wanted to become a policeman.

Shawn:
Well, Merry Christmas, from me and Gus.

Buzz:
Thanks, guys.

Gus:
He's gonna shoot his eye out.

Shawn:
Yes he is.

Gus:
That was amazing. How did you know that?

Shawn:
Uh, the room where I take naps shares a vent with the room where they do the psychological evals. Lassie!

Lassiter:
I-I hate snow globes.

Shawn:
Well, that's strange. My psychic senses told me specifically that snow globes didn't give you nightmares about being trapped in a clear ball with snow that burns your skin off. Merry Christmas from me and Gus! [turns to Juliet] Mr. Mittens says it felt just like going to sleep and he doesn't hold it against you at all. Kitty heaven? It's just like East Beach.

Juliet:
That is the best news ever.

Gus:
Merry Christmas, from both Shawn and--

Shawn:
Whoa, whoa, this is a very special gift that's clearly just from me. Don't appropriate. Not at Christmastime.

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Lassiter:
Alright! Who keeps telling people I want snow globes for Christmas?!