Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's what I thought.
...Santa has over there. - Yeah.
How do I know that your secret desire is to be loved...
Perhaps you know my brothers, Wally and the Beav.
Great.
She's here.
What am I supposed to do? Jump up and down...
- Strange day, huh? - Yeah.
I was telling the judge about my search for a...
What's going on? What are you two talking about?
And better. Please, no more rough stuff.
...I don't think there's anyone in the world who believes more than I.
- The police told me I'd find John here. - John?
You know, it's all right for you not to believe in me.
You really believe you're Santa Claus, don't you?
- Let me go! - Stop squirming.
- I told him. - I'm sorry.
Cute? Gee willikers, I'm all for it.
Our names are published in the daily calendar.
Your Honor, I object to the prosecution referring to my client as "derelict."
- What happened? - Get back, people. Give him some air.
The police are still checking his fingerprints.
Ready, John?
- Your Honor, we're all set. - Fine.
Oh, I'm sure there must be.
- How's the old man doing? - I don't know.
I actually started listening to this old coot.