Billy:
You'll never get away with this, you Martian!

Kimar:
Dropo, you are the laziest man on Mars. Why are you sleeping during working hours?

Dropo:
I wasn't sleeping, chief. It's just that I haven't been able to sleep these last few months. I forgot how. So I was just practicing.

Betty:
What are those funny things sticking out of your head?

Rigna:
Those are our antennae.

Betty:
Are you a television set?

Kimar:
How are you feeling today? Tired?

Santa Claus:
Oh, no, I'm not tired. But my finger is.

Santa Claus:
Oh me, oh my, oh me!

Santa Claus:
No siree! We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names.

Santa Claus:
Oh, Winky made that. That's his idea of a Martian.

Voldar:
All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!

Kimar:
Santa, you will never return to Earth, you belong to Mars now.

Santa Claus:
Ho Ho, Hooo...

Rigna:
Chochem is over eight hundred years old, no one can argue with the wisdom of the ages.

Voldar:
I can.

Santa Claus:
Ho ho, we meet again, eh?