Bernard:
Where are you going?
Scott:
You know this, Number One. Its Christmas. I've got to deliver gifts.
Bernard:
Aren't you forgetting something?
Scott:
No.
Bernard:
You gotta get married.
Carol:
Excuse me?
Scott:
Carol, I... I cannot continue being Santa...unless I find a Mrs. Claus.
Carol:
Oh. So that's what the whole noodles and pie thing...You just needed to find a wife.
Scott:
No.
Carol:
No?
Scott:
Yes.
Carol:
Yes?
Scott:
Yes, I was looking for a wife. No, I didn't figure on falling... in love.
Carol:
You love me? This is all happening so fast.
Scott:
Well, there's no pressure.
Carol:
Good.
Scott:
I just won't deliver the gifts and children everywhere will stop believing, the elves will lose their jobs, the North Pole will disappear and Christmas will be gone.
Abby:
Get down on one knee.
Scott:
Hm?
Abby:
Do it. Now. Say "Carol."
Scott:
Carol.
Carol:
Uh-huh? Yeah?
Abby:
You say this is happening all so fast.
Scott:
You say this is happening all so fast.
Abby:
But you've known me your whole life.
Scott:
But you've known me your whole life.
Abby:
When you were little and alone...
Scott:
When you were little and alone...
Abby and Scott:
Santa--
Scott:
[to Abby] I can take it from here. [to Carol] Santa was always there for you. And I will be, as long as you continue to believe in me. I know I'm asking you to leave everything at home, but I can guarantee you that this is worth it. This place... This place is all about magic and love... and wonder. And occasionally, a thin-crust pizza and a movie and a long winter night.
Carol:
Is there a school here?
Scott:
Yeah, we have one, a school, the elves need a new principal. Cause as of late some of the elves have been acting a bit impish. Carol, I love you.
Carol:
You do?
Scott:
Will you be my wife?
Abby:
I will.
Carol:
Thank you. I've got it from here. I will.
