Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What I've said wasn't prompted by my affection for Kris.
Shameful!
Are you prepared to show that Mr. Kringle is Santa Claus
I want to explain to the witness that this is a hearing, not a trial.
-I can't do that. -Listen, I'm no legal brain trust.
Bye. Merry Christmas!
-Yes, it does. Thank you. -Not at all. Not at all.
Goodbye, Albert. Be a good boy, now.
I guess you can't get it, huh?
to substantiate this claim.
Don't forget, a real, official football helmet.
It is, it is! I know it is. My room upstairs is just like I wanted it.
They got a Santa Claus on every corner, and they take in a fortune.
Put them...
My father and mother were divorced when I was a baby.
we'll expand our results as well.
I don't think we can take any chances.
That's the end. The acrobats were good.
Then I'm going to write him a letter right now and cheer him up.
I know all about myself. Mr. Kringle is the subject of this hearing.
I got you elected, didn't I? And I'll try to get you reelected.
Sure. He says that guys who dress up like Santa Claus and give presents
-I'm sorry, Mr.? Mr.? -Kringle.
Kris, I'm afraid I've got bad news for you.
You're a goose. No, you mustn't be a goose, be a monkey!
Mr. Sawyer, are you all right?
Shameful. Absolutely shameful!
-Mr. Kringle. -Yes?
A little more effort from you and she might crawl out of that shell.
Well, try a little harder.
Will a wall be built?
-Welcome. -Bye, doctor.
Your own and that district attorney's out there.
Stop, stop!
The same as it was before: 15.
I'll tell him the truth. I believe in being truthful.
The governor's wife. The mayor's wife.
I Believe
If you'd like to move in with me, I'd be happy to have you.
-Susie, where are you? -I'm upstairs!
No, no, no. You misunderstand. I want you to tell her the truth.
Excuse me, Gertrude. Telephone.
-That's not true. -Yes, it is. She had doubts.
-Oh, no. I... -Really!
He carries a cane, but you're not implying he'd use it as a weapon?
Just like I'm really Santa Claus.
Get to work on it right away.
-I read that. -I didn't see this.
And people like Susie, who are just beginning to.
I just talked to her on the phone.
Not a big house. One of those junior partner deals around Manhassett.
The figures I have just quoted
You heard Mr. Macy. We've got to keep him.
ahead of the commercial. It's wonderful!
in San Francisco, Atlanta, Toledo and Newark to get going right away.
that makes daily trips to China and Australia?
Good. Very good.
Like me to sing you a little good-night song?
You can get those fire engines at Schoenfeld's on Lexington Avenue.
No damage to the nervous system.
Shameful. Absolutely shameful!
Thanks. I'll be right with you.
I’ll just have a sandwich or something
Mine? Kris Kringle.
It's cold. A man's gotta do something to keep warm.
-I want to tell him something. -You'll be back in time.
Bend your body over a little. Let your arms hang loose. See?
What I'm trying to explain to you is... Come in.
I don't approve of your not consulting the advertising department
You're awfully lucky. Lovely little girl you have here.
Yes, I have, Your Honor.
-And thank you for inviting me in. -It was a pleasure, missy.
Thanks. Hello, My name is Tony Whitman.
We appreciate your giving us your time, doctor.
Not at this time. I ask for an adjournment until tomorrow.
Kris is finished at 6:00. What about the in-between time?
-You wanted to see me? -Come right in.
Your Honor...
I understand, but there must be something you want for Christmas.
Gimbels?
-What? -Padding. He didn't need any padding.
In the morning, can you report to Mr. Sawyer?
Just want to take care of a few of these kiddies first.
I think you're right about Mrs. Walker.
See what I mean?
I'll be right up.
Imagine. A bonus!
Now, the first thing you've got to learn is how to pretend.
-This is very kind of you, Mr. Gailey. -Sit down.
-My, that was bad, eh? -Yes.
Sure I do.
I'm afraid we must agree.
He needs to be examined.
"How many fingers do you see?" Four.
Sawyer? You mean...
Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way
Oh, my, yes. You explain to Mr. Kringle. You're his friend.
How many fingers?