The Santa Clause 2

Scott:
Neil, have you ever actually helped anyone?

Scott:
[going on a date] A needlepoint sweater and a mini-van. I'll be back in about 8 minutes.

Bernard:
[To Curtis; frustrated] Curtis, you're 900-years-old. Grow up!

Toy Santa:
You are a sad, strange little man!

Toy Santa:
The town will break our fall.

Mother Nature:
Don't mess with me, Santa. I'm pre-El Nino.

Charlie:
Seeing isn't believing; believing is seeing.

Easter Bunny:
I have 33,000 offspring, all in private school.

Tracy:
You know what, I totally put myself out there doing that. And that was not an easy thing to do, and if you're the kind of man that can't support a woman's ambition, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this date.

Scott/Santa:
I have to get married?

Bernard:
Yes. It's the Mrs. Clause.

Scott:
Wait a minute, I got it. I got it. I got it. How about this: The Molintator.

Tooth Fairy:
The Molinator. I like it. Thank you, Santa. Can we vote right now on The Molinator?

Lucy:
Uncle Scott, are you Santa Claus?

Scott:
What makes you say that?

Lucy:
Because you have a reindeer.

Scott:
Lots of people have reindeer.

Lucy:
Name five.

Carol:
Well, maybe if you spent more time with your son, there would be fewer problems.

Scott/Santa:
Maybe, but then I wouldn't get to spend more time with you. It's always such a pleasure.

Carol:
Oh, a battle of wits. It's a shame that you came unarmed.

Picardo:
Good morning, Principal Newman.

Carol:
Mr. Picardo, I want you to look into my eyes. What do you see?

Picardo:
It's dark... and it's cold.

Carol:
It's your future, Mr. Picardo. Keep this up, and you will spend the rest of your life stabbing trash by the highway. Do I make myself clear?

Picardo:
Yes.

Carol; So what are you going to do?

Picardo:
I'm going straight to third-period geometry.

Carol:
Have a nice trip.