Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, you don't. I'm not gonna be cheated this way.
Are you happy at home?
I believe, I believe, it's silly, but I believe
-Is that so? -Yes! It's just like throwing a ball.
It's what he calls a "guilt complex."
Two can play this game.
If that fat, stupid brother of yours got a job, you wouldn't pester me.
-Say thank you. -Thank you.
I'm better equipped to judge that than you are.
Sawyer?
I can't see the harm. If he passes, he can return to work.
What's the basis of this guilt complex you're supposed to have? Does he say?
These last few days we've made some wonderful plans. Then you go on an idealistic binge.
-I'll show you. -That isn't necessary.
He gives every indica...
I think you can take the meat out. It should be done.
Anyone who thinks he's Santa Claus is not sane.
-Dr. Pierce, Mr. Sawyer. -How do you do?
Home again, home again, jiggety...
But there's lots of presents for you.
Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus.
-Here it is, Mrs. Walker. -Thank you.
-Allow me, will you? -Thank you, sir.
Mae Richards. I worked with you dad. Hope it's fine here.
Just one sugar, please.
You're putting me in an awful spot.
Oh, well, thanks. That's mighty good news. Yes.
I don't know. There must be 50,000 of them.
please realize the responsibility is yours.
Me Watching tonight’s Blues game
Thank you.
I thought as long as we're in the store, you might say hello to Santa Claus.
That's not it, dear. I'm sure Mr. Gailey has other plans.
Disgusting.
How would you like to be able to make snowballs in the summertime?
But that's what makes the game so silly.
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Put them here...
You won't listen to reason. You're heartless.
indicate an efficiently run organization.
Would you like to come to dinner tonight?
Wait a minute, Susie.
-Young lady, what's your name? -Susan Walker. What's yours?
I certainly do.
I don't blame them, any man who puts Santa Claus on trial for lunacy.
-No, better get a doctor. -Mr. Sawyer?
Nice place you've got here.
So now they do something good to make up for it, see?
What's the matter with you? You understand English?
We're all so busy trying to beat the other fellow
and painted him different. My mother told me.
-Hello, Kris. -Fred.
I'll bet your mother told you that too.
Do you know what the imagination is?
Your honor, every one of these letters is addressed to the dean
Not only is there, but here I am to prove it.
Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way
-Gee, that sure is an elegant costume. -Yes.
Probably a lot of people like Kris. That's the only fun in law anyway.
And the department stores are gonna love you too.
Maybe someday the Sawyers will be in here instead of out there.
He's not like anyone else. He must be Santa.
Not necessarily.
to a merchandising policy.
A very sound answer, Mr. Kringle.
-You'll be here in the morning, then? -Certainly.
I'm fully aware of my client's opinions.
You don't think I'd have said that unless I was sure, do you?
I can tell you're a good boy. You'll get your fire engine.
Goodbye.
Go to Gimbels. They'll have what you're looking for I'm sure.
Thank you. She's the reason I asked you by.
-You two are a test case for me. -We are?
I don't know a habeas from a corpus, but I know politics. That's my racket.
I’m Santa Claus.
by bona fide employees of the post office.
-Where are you going? -To see if there's a swing!
and tears wings off butterflies. This man...
Mommy told me if things don't turn out the way you want them to
Because when you talk to him, you might feel differently about him.
Your honor, every one of these letters is addressed to the dean
And furthermore
The sign outside said it's for sale.
-In that case, he can stay. -Good. Thank you.
Yes, sir. And your wife's on 672. She says it's important.
The effect this will have on the public... Come in, Mrs. Walker.
PC Treasures ain't got any Nobody's got any
And secondly, I like the old man too.
but Mr. Macy suggested that we find something else for him
The only important thing is making the children happy.
Bags and bags all over the joint, and there's more coming in every day.
I wanna thank you two again.
Susan, would you go out and talk to Miss Adams for a minute
You mean it's like, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
But in so doing, we ask that Mr. Gailey cease presenting personal opinion.
"How many days in the week?" Seven.
You're a disgrace to the tradition of Christmas.