Buddy: Who the heck are you?
Gimbel’s Santa: What are you talkin’ about? I’m Santa Claus.
Buddy: No, you’re not.
Gimbel’s Santa: Uh, why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Buddy: Well, if you’re Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year?
Gimbel’s Santa: Um, Happy Birthday of course. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. How old are you son?
Kid with Santa: Four.
Gimbel’s Santa: You’re a big boy. What’s your name?
Kid with Santa: Paul.
Gimbel’s Santa: Now what can I get you for Christmas?
Buddy: Don’t tell him what you want, he’s a liar.
Gimbel’s Santa: Let the kid talk.
Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself?
Gimbel’s Santa: Just cool it, Zippy.
Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies.
Gimbel’s Santa: Look, I’m not kiddin’.
Buddy: You’re a fake.
Gimbel’s Santa: I’m a fake?
Buddy: Yes!
Gimbel’s Santa: How’d you like to be dead, huh? Ho, ho, just kidding.
Buddy: You stink.
Gimbel’s Santa: I think you’re gonna have a good Christmas, all right.
Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don’t smell like Santa. [rips off beard] He’s a fake!!!