But, boy, I hope I don't get too much sun in my eyes.

Well, for starters, she's barricaded herself inside my house.

It's the middle of the day, Meatwad.

And I made them all out of stuff that came out of the yard.

And you get the hell out of here.

None of this matters.

Of course it is.

Okay, I leave you for two seconds, and you turn this house into your personal Christmas dumpster?

Because it did happen on your side of the lawn, remember?

Of course it makes sense.

Come on out of that cage.

Will you get out of here?

By the power invested in me by the state of New Jersey, I now pronounce you men and wife.

Look, Carl, you just go home, wash your face and your feet, shave your shoulders, and you come on over to my house tonight.

How about that computer he made for you out of leaves?

You're out of your mind if you think I'm wearing recycled elf hair.

I got the oils, the candles, the works!

Well, you know, maybe Santa's just sort of getting a jump start on things this year.

Carl should remember the reason for the season.

Yeah, the reason for the season is pleasing.