Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me, Eddie Simms, actually believed in Santa Claus.

Yeah. Well, if you know that, then you know the people who live there...

I can smell the booze on you from here.

Hey, guys. Come here. Look at this! Look at this!

...I leave the presents in the children's shoes.

Why don't you tell us what it's like up in the North Pole there.

There's only one at a time, and when his time has passed...

John Stevens, the man in the red flannel suit.

I'm sure there must be an explanation for everything.

Carla B., right?

You believe in me? What the heck is that supposed to mean? - It means I care about it.

I think I've seen this on The Twilight Zone.

A right, jolly old elf, almost.

Our parents don't care any more about us than you do...

Yeah, well, what if it is? How do you know all that anyway?

Oh, sure he is. Look, look. He's got a red suit. He's got a beard.

- Let go of me. Stop. Please, stop it. - Shut up.

She didn't say a word, Eddie Simms.

I ain't saying nothing without my attorney present.

...and call themselves my parents don't give a damn if I come home or not.

- Transference. - What?