Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ohh...
I for one am dying to hear it!
What the hell are you doing?
was about to get some frankly preposterous news.
(SPITS)
Hey, sailor. My eyes are up here.
You'll pay for that, you haiku-spouting savages!
Gee, Chief, l feel pretty bad trying to take out a baby.
The kid you're looking for is in there!
He has to stay alive till he's 33,
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(SIREN BLARING)
You backstabber! And I let you spoon me!
My sleigh! It's ruined!
We just shot down Santie Claus!
(DRUMS PLAYING)
So I've made you a little peace offering.
A pregnant virgin?
Will we be back for the Tournament of Roses Parade?
Kill Count: 7
Here, Marge. This is for you.
Grampa?
grew up to be Jesus?
SANTA CLAUS: Yeah. Me, too.