...o papai noel dá uma carona para um menininho gordinho (papai noel é o billy bob thorton, com um cigarro na boca)...

Kid: Why do you need a car?
Santa: What the fuck are you talking about?
Kid: This car.
Santa: Which turn is it?
Kid: Sage Terrace. Where's your sleigh?
Santa: It's in the shop, getting repaired.
Kid: Where are the reindeer?
Santa: I stabled them. Is it left or right?
Kid: That way. Where's the stable?
Santa: Next to the shop.
Kid: How do they sleep?
Santa: Who? The reindeer? Standing up.
Kid: But the noise. How do they sleep?
Santa: What noise?
Kid: From the shop.
Santa: They only work during the day, all right?
Kid: I thought it was always night at the North Pole.
Santa: Well, not now. Right now it's always day.
Kid: Then how do they sleep?
Santa: Oh, shit. Sage Terrace. What is it with you, anyway? Somebody drop you on your fucking head?
Kid: On *my* head?
Santa: Well, yeah. What, are they gonna drop you on somebody else's head?
Kid: How can they drop me onto my own head?
Santa: No, not *onto* your... Would... God damn it! Are you fucking with me?