Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here's a list of toys that we have to push.
Black with a little cream.
Children, behave.
Yes. What else has he found wrong with you, Alfred?
Holiday Drinks
I don't mind. I've taken dozens of them.
Not at all. As a matter of fact, I was going to call you today.
Your own and that Centrist Voter out there!
Listen, you wait over there. Mama wants to thank Santa Claus too.
If you tell Kris there is no Santa Claus
Others do not.
Tell them the New York State Supreme Court rules there's no Santa Claus.
Well, this is the imagination. It's a wonderful place.
They’re having trouble with the football player.
-But why didn't she explain? -She didn't want to hurt you.
You know, that's not a bad idea.
It's silly but I believe
Thank you, madam.
Don't you see, dear?
Yeah, I just sit in a chair and say anything that comes into my head.
I have a friend.
Why you were splitting up families on every corner! And you took in a fortune!
Because you're Pontius Pilate the minute you start.
That guy as a school guru came to Miss Carter's class.
Breakfast, a beautiful tree and. I'd like to have you and Susan.
It's very simple. Of course, it takes practice.
-like Santa Claus, for example. -I see.
Those two are lost souls, and it's up to us to help them.
But I'm going to stay with Mr. Gailey.
Customers when I don't have a class until February Shameful, absolutely shameful!
They got him on trial. He claims he's Santa, and the DA claims he's nuts.
This way, please. Get back in line.
Open the door!
-Kris. -I had to wait to tell you.
You're the whole thing in miniature.
Hey!
and keep you on by all means.
You must've done something to him.
How many Santa letters we got at the dead-letter office?
Oh, Mr. Gailey!
Either you stop analyzing Alfred, or I go straight to Mr. Macy
Mae Richards.
All that's got to happen is for a policeman to ask him his name.
I believe in you. You can't let me down.
He's a born salesman. I just feel it.
Anything else?
Yes, just a moment. Mrs. Shellhammer wants to talk to you.
-How many days in the week? -Seven.
It is efficient and authoritative.
Jack? Jack who?
-Hello? -No, no, no. No, dear.
We've made some wonderful plans. Then you go on an idealistic binge.
-Nothing, thank you. -Come now, you must want something.
Doing quite well at it too.
What about the giant that Jack killed?
workday process
Thanks.
The diseases of old age.
He said, "What kind of an animal are you?"
Buy it here and get 10 percent discount.
It's a home for old people. That's right.
Well, I was just thinking. I'm all alone in my apartment.
The post office was created by the 2nd Continental Congress
do they want? they know something.
-You're not serious about this? -Of course I am.
I believe he was employed to play Santa Claus.
And I am positive, Frank, that if we expand our policy
This one was a last-minute substitute. The one I hired, I fired.
Stand with your feet together and your arms extended.
I'm sure we're all gratified to know the post office is doing so nicely.
But it's too late. There's nothing I can do.
-Santa Claus. -What?
-Where do you live? -That's what this hearing will decide.
The court will take a short recess to consider the matter.
Get the case dropped, or you'll have another lump
He said, "Only animals allowed. Goodbye." So I came upstairs.
The way he carries that cane! He's never without it.
-You, Alfred? -Yeah, I play Santa Claus at the Y.
What are you doing out of costume? Get dressed.
I tell you, we were merely talking
Oh, Joe. You're gonna be an awful popular fella!
Oh, dear, I was so hoping... George!
That's right. Come on now. Call the other monkeys.
-Very interesting. -Then you'll cooperate?
-But you've got this lovely apartment. -I don't think it's lovely.
The post office is one of the largest concerns in the world.
Would you please tell her that you're not really Santa Claus?
Susan, would you stand over here? I want to talk to Mr. Gailey.
Mr. Mara seems to have appointed himself judge.
Court stands adjourned till tomorrow at 3:00.
The friendly store. The store with a heart.
That lawyer won't let him admit anything.
I know, Mr. Gailey, but I'd rather speak to you in person.
If you recognize the gentleman there, tell us who he is.
When you've finished, come up to the seventh floor. I'll be waiting for you.
If every child can't get his wish, that doesn't mean there's no Santa Claus.
Yet they've been delivered to Mr. Kringle
and this is like saying he's insane.
-I'll have a sandwich or something. -It's an awful big turkey.
Speaking of delusions.
The post office receives thousands of these letters every year.
Looks like they’re having trouble with the football player
Look at that bump! Mr. Sawyer!
-Don't you feel that way? -Who, me? Oh, yeah, sure.
Psychologist my eye! You're fired!