[Buddy sees Santa in the store]
Buddy:
Santa.
Gimbel's Santa:
Hey! Ho, ho, ho!
[the children cheer excitedly]
Buddy:
Santa! It's me, Buddy! It's me!
Gimbel's Santa:
Hey, buddy. How you doing?
[an elf places a child on his lap]
Buddy:
Santa, it's me! [but his excitement and enthusiasm fades away as he grimaces at him] Who the heck are you?
Gimbel's Santa:
What are you talking about? I'm Santa Claus.
Buddy:
No, you're not.
Gimbel's Santa:
Uh... Why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Buddy:
Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year?
Gimbel's Santa:
Um... Well, Happy Birthday, of course! Ho, ho, ho! So, uh, how old are you son?
Paul:
Four.
Gimbel's Santa:
You're a big boy. What's your name?
Paul:
Paul.
Gimbel's Santa:
And, uh, what can I get you for Christmas?
Buddy:
[quietly] Paul, don't tell him what you want. He's a liar.
Gimbel's Santa:
Hey! Let the kid talk.
Buddy:
You disgust me! How can you live with yourself?
Gimbel's Santa:
Just cool it, zippy!
Buddy:
You sit on a throne of lies.
Gimbel's Santa:
Look, I'm not kiddin'.
Buddy:
You're a fake.
Gimbel's Santa:
I'm a fake?
Buddy:
Yes!
Gimbel's Santa:
How'd you like to be dead?! Huh?
Paul:
Fake?
Gimbel's Santa:
Ha, ha! He's kidding.
Buddy:
[sniffs] You stink.
Gimbel's Santa:
[as the elf takes Paul off his lap after a picture] I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right.
Buddy:
You smell like beef and cheese, you don`t smell like Santa.
Gimbel's Santa:
OK.
[Buddy accidentally rips off the beard of Gimbel's Santa, and gasps. The kids scream in horror]
Buddy:
HE'S AN IMPOSTER! HE'S NOT SANTA!