Well, he's, uh, he's my son.

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No way!

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It was an unfortunate oversight, Mrs.-

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Well, ma'am that's easier said than done-

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of december 24--

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Please. I'm begging you. Just give me ten minutes to make this pitch, and then I'll look for Buddy with you.

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Christmas party?

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Chris Smith Christmas story-

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Dad, I know you're mad at me, and I want to fix that.

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Neither. You want to give me a Christmas present? Give me a story to pitch!

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♪ It's enough to leave the jolly guy perplexed ♪

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♪ Come on, Buddy, what comes next? ♪

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♪ And soon the phony elf begins to grow so tall...he... ♪

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♪ It's kind of brilliant if I say so myself. It's the story of Buddy the Elf ♪

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*End of the song*

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Thanks, Mrs. Greenway. Thanks a lot.

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Excuse me?

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You're an idiot.

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Ma'am, I am not a pony.

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Wait. Mrs. Greenway, Myra and Buddy are my kids. I'd prefer that you didn't insult them.

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got a good idea here, Hobbs.-

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Tomorrow? Tomorrow's Christmas.

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Yes. Mrs. Greenway? I quit.

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I'm sorry, could you not hear me from down there? I quit.

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No, I want to spend Christmas with my family.

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Mrs. Greenway?

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