Howard: Put that cookie down. NOW!
Myron Larabee: They sit there and use subliminal messages to suck your children's minds out! And I know what I'm talking about because I went to junior college for a semester and I studied psychology so I'm right in there, I know what's going on. And then they sit there and they make your children feel like garbage and you, the father, who's working 24/7 delivering mail so you can make an alimony payment to a woman that slept with everybody at the post office, but me! And then when you get the toy, it breaks and you can't fix it because it's little cheap plastic!
Howard Langston: [after getting at a toddler for taking his prize ball and putting it in her mouth in attempting to get it back, he is being ambushed by a bunch of disgusted mothers who misunderstood his socially unacceptable behavior and are calling him a pervert] I'm not a pervert! I just was looking for a Turbo Man doll!
Myron Larabee: How about these stupid letters from kids to Santa at the North Pole: "Dear Santa, Can you send me a bike and a slinky?" No! Your father's been laid off!
Jamie: I want the Turbo Man action figure with the arms and legs that move and the boomerang shooter and his rock'n roller jet pack and the realistic voice activator that says *five* different phrases including, "It's Turbo time!" Accessories sold separately; batteries not included.
Officer: Maybe you shouldn't mess with that.
Officer Hummel: Relax, Sparky, I was with the bomb squad for 10 years.
[does various things to find out if it's really a bomb while Howard and Myron run out of the studio]
Officer Hummel: Gentlemen, we've been duped. This is nothing but a harmless Christmas package.
[he rips open the package]
Myron Larabee: [the bomb goes off, Howard hesitates with a look of shock, and even Myron looks shocked] That really was a bomb? This is a sick world we live in! Sick people!
Officer: How many years on the bomb squad?
[Officer Hummel collapses on the floor, charred]
DJ: [as Howard tries to break into the radio station; he calls the cops] Yeah, I've got a mad man in my studio and...
[Howard breaks the glass door and charges inside]
DJ: HELP ME!
Howard Langston: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen!
Howard Langston: See, I couldn't get through on the phone. Did I win?
[Howard hugs the DJ]
DJ: Oh no, it's not that simple!
DJ: No! Wait, wait!
[Myron comes into the radio room]
Howard Langston: You're too late! I already got the the right answer! I won! Ha ha! Yeah!
Myron Larabee: I don't need the right answer to win! I got this!
[Myron pulls out a package]
Howard Langston: Now what's that?
Myron Larabee: This, Mr. Track Star, is a homemade explosive device!
Howard Langston: A bomb?
Myron Larabee: Yes, in layman's terms, a bomb! So back up!
Howard Langston: You built a bomb?
Myron Larabee: No, I didn't build a bomb! Don't you read the news? Hundreds of these things come through the mail every day! I just kept one in case I ever needed it! So give me the doll, or I'll blow up everybody in this place!
Howard Langston: Are you out of your mind? Put this thing away!
Huge Santa: I'm gonna deck your halls, bub!
Liz: Howard, I've been thinking... everything that you went through today for Jamie really shows how much you love him.
Liz: And if you're willing to go through all of that for him just for a present, well, that makes me wonder...
Howard Langston: What?
Liz: [smiling] What did you get me?
[the camera crash-zooms to Howard with a look of horror on his face]
Tony the Elf: [as policemen barge into the Santas' workshop] It's the Grinch! Scatter!
Myron Larabee: [pursuing Jamie and Howard during their act in the parade] Get outta my way, box!
Howard Langston: [the second time on the phone, he still can't get Liz] Jamie, let me talk to your mother.
Jamie Langston: You can't.
Howard Langston: Why?
Jamie Langston: She's next door petting Ted.
[he means a reindeer that Ted got Johnny who just then named after him, and without clarifying it, Howard misunderstands it]
Howard Langston: [aggravated] She's what?
Chain Smoking Booster: Finally! Where the hell have you been? Geez, I've been sweatin' like a dog in a Chinese restaurant waiting for your sorry ass to show up! Well, it's showtime!
[puts on his Booster mask]
Howard Langston: I know you, you're Booster!
Chain Smoking Booster: [behind his mask] Yeah! And who the hell do you think you are - Mary Poppins?
[Howard tries to grab the doll]
Mall Santa: [Santa stops him] Ah! That'll be three hundred.
Howard Langston: Dollars?
Mall Santa: No, chocolate kisses; yes, dollars!
Howard Langston: I can't believe this, whatever happened to your lofty ideas huh? I though you're doing all this for the kids.
Mall Santa: Well sure, but I don't see why we can't pick up a little loose change in the process.
Jamie Langston: [on the phone with Jamie after a grueling morning searching for a Turbo Man doll, Jamie quotes something from Turbo Man to him, and momentarily unaware that Jamie knows nothing about his situation, he finally loses it] It's like Turbo Man says, "Always keep your promises if you want to keep your friends".
Howard Langston: Enough! Enough with this Turbo Man, okay? I have had it up to here with this Turbo Man! If there's anybody I don't want advice from right now, it's Turbo Man!
Howard Langston: I couldn't find the kid a doll. Now, does that make me a bad father? No. But yelling at him for no good reason. Now, that makes me a bad father.
Myron: Look, we get one chance a year to prove we're not screw-ups, and what do we do? We screw it up!
Howard Langston: I remember a few years ago, I really wanted to do something special for Jamie. So, I built him his own clubhouse. It came out great. Oh , well the door was a little crooked, right? The roof didn't sit quite right. But you should have seen his face light up! Ah, when he saw that, he was so excited. We played in that clubhouse the entire day. He even made us have Christmas dinner in it.
Myron: [surprised] No!
Howard Langston: Oh, yeah. I was the hero then. Look at me now.
Myron: You're right. That kid's gonna need some serious therapy, man.
Howard Langston: Oh, don't say that.
Myron: Mmm-hmm. I know what I'm talking about. See, I never forgave my father. I remember one Christmas, I wanted this one special toy. A Johnny Seven OMA gun. You remember those, don't you?
Howard Langston: No.
Myron: I still remember the commercial like it was yesterday. Two kids playing out in the backyard.
[imitating the whole play]
Myron: The thing looked like a blast. But, of course for my old man, Christmas was just another opportunity to let me down. I never did get that Johnny Seven OMA.
Howard Langston: Sorry to hear that.
Myron: Ah, it don't mean nothing. Have you ever heard of a guy named Scott Sherman?
Howard Langston: Yeah. The CEO of Sherman Industries.
Myron: Well, he was my old neighbor. And his dad got him a Johnny Seven OMA gun. You know what happened? He became a billionaire. And me, well, I'm just a loser with no future.
Howard: Aww, poor baby!
Mall Santa: Hey. Psst. Buddy, come here. Come here. You want a Turbo Man for Christmas?
Howard Langston: Forget it, I'm not gonna sit on your lap.
Mall Santa: Hey, chief, that's not my bag... Get it? Ha! Well, you know little boy, with your attitude, I don't think I want to give you access to this. Tony, show him.
Tony the Elf: [Tony the Elf hold up a Polaroid photograph of him holding a Turboman doll and newspaper article] That was taken this morning.
Howard Langston: How do I know this isn't some kind of a scam?
Mall Santa: Forget it, Tony, this guy doesn't want our help.
Howard Langston: Whoa, wait a minute, guys. We're all businessmen. I'm sure we can work out some sort of an agreement.
Mall Santa: [the Mall Santa pulls Howard closer] You got the cash, we got the doll.
[Howard is trying to reach his wife on the phone, but Ted is over and answers]
Howard Langston: Can I talk to my wife?
Ted: I think she's in the shower, Howard.
[with a fresh attitude]
Ted: Do you want me to go check?
Howard Langston: NO! I mean, no. That's fine. On your way out, tell her I will be a few minutes late. But she shouldn't worry.
Myron Larabee: [Myron is tackled] That's my ball! Rodney King! Rodney King!
Turbo Man: It's Turbo time!
Turbo Man: You can always count on me.
Caller: [the objective is to correctly name all eight of Santa's reindeer to eventually win a Turbo Man doll] Um, Randy, Jermaine, uh, Tito...
DJ: Nope, not even close. Sorry. But perhaps this song will put us all in the mood to get this thing right.
Ted: [when an attempt to flirt with Liz ends with her hitting him over the face with a jug of eggnog causing it to splatter him] Well... that didn't exactly go as well as I'd hoped.
DJ: Excuse me, gentlemen, are you two under the impression that I have a Turbo Man doll here in the studio?
Howard Langston: Yes.
Myron Larabee: That's what you said on the radio.
DJ: Oh, no.
Myron Larabee: Yes it is.
DJ: No, no, no! What I actually said was whoever *won* would *get* a doll E-VENTUALLY. See...
DJ: What we have here... is a gift certificate.
Howard Langston: He got two! He got two!
Ted Maltin: I got a Turbo Man for Johnny months ago. It's nestled safely under our tree.
Myron Larabee: [as Dementor in the holiday parade] Ta-ta, Turtle Man!
Myron Larabee: Did you call me buddy?
Howard Langston: Yeah.
Myron Larabee: [shouting] I am not your buddy! I tried to be your team mate, I wanted to be your friend, but noooooooooo, you had other other plans for Myron Larabee!
Howard Langston: No, I had no plans.
Myron Larabee: You were no different than the rest of those civilians, those common, letter writers who make fun of my knee socks and my safari hat in the summer!
[the DJ is chortling muffledly]
Myron Larabee: Are you laughing at me?
DJ: Huh? Oh, no! Lord no! Not at all!
Myron Larabee: Mr. Ponytail Man, I know you, I know your kind. You're the kind that puts the trash can in front of the mailbox so I have to get out of my jeep, don't you?
DJ: No, not true! I recycle!
Howard Langston: Shut up!
Myron Larabee: That's right, shut up!
Ted Maltin: Howard, I'm of the mind set you can never do too much to make a child's Christmas magical.
Myron Larabee: I'll know if you move 'cause I have the ears of a snake!
Mall Santa: We're not just doing this for us. We're doing it for the kids. For every kid who ever sat on Santa's lap. For every little girl who left cookies and milk for Santa on Christmas night. For every little boy who opens a package Christmas morning and finds clothes instead of toys. It breaks my heart.
Ted Maltin: [to Liz in the car] Here, have some non-alcoholic eggnog.
Myron Larabee: [Myron is telling all the police officers to put their guns down, he looks at Officer Hummell] You too, Barnaby Jones!
Howard Langston: [after punching the reindeer] You started it.
[on the day before Christmas Eve, after having failed to make it to his son's karate class, Howard has just gotten home, and got out of his car, and in kind of a guilty mood, starts heading towards his house]
Ted Maltin: [from Howard's roof] Hey, neighbor!
Howard Langston: Ted, what the hell are you doing on my roof?
Ted Maltin: What's Ted doing on your roof?
[we suddenly see him light up the whole house]
Ted Maltin: Ta-da! I had some extra lights in the garage, and since you didn't put up any yourself, I just thought "What the hey?" Why not spread a bit of Christmas cheer around the neighborhood?
Howard Langston: [sarcastically] Gee, Ted, how thoughtful!
Ted Maltin: Hey! I'm sorry you missed the karate class today, but don't worry, I got it all on video for you.
Howard Langston: [sarcastically] What would I do without you?
[In a friendly tone, Howard tries to pet Ted's reindeer, and the reindeer tries to attack Howard's hand]
Ted Maltin: Wow, that's odd. Reindeer are usually such gentle animals. There must be something about you he doesn't like! Aftershave or something.
Myron Larabee: that really was a bomb? this a sick world we are living in with sick people.
[after Howard looks at Liz and Ted outside, they see Howard inside Ted's living room]
Howard Langston: [waving sheepishly to them] Hi!
[Liz and Ted go inside Ted's house]
Howard Langston: Uh-oh.
[Howard exclaims, stomping his fire out, Liz and Ted enter his living room, coughing]
Liz: What are you doing?
Howard Langston: I, uh...
Liz: What's that?
[Howard looks at Johnny's gift, gasps. Ted grabs his Turbo Man present and sees Johnny's name as the doll says "You can always count on me!"]
Ted Maltin: *That* is Johnny's Turbo Man.
Howard Langston: It's not what you think it is.
Liz: Oh, it isn't? Really? Then do tell me what it is. Because as far as I know, you got Jamie his own Turbo Man weeks ago. What it looks like is that you've broke into our neighbor's house and you're stealing presents from under the tree.
Howard Langston: Look, Liz. If you would give me a second, I can explain it to you. I know parts of this are going sounds completely ridiculous. But, let me tell you the truth.
Liz: Howard, I've been listening to your version of the truth for far too long now and honestly, I don't want to anymore. All I want is to salvage what's left to Christmas Eve and go to the parade with my son.
Howard Langston: Liz, please!
Liz: [turns to him] Ted, would you drive us?
Ted Maltin: Of course.
[Liz and Ted leave and he turns to him]
Ted Maltin: You can't bench-press your way out of this one.
[leaving with Liz]
Tony the Elf: [as he is being carried out by some policemen] I'm not going back to the joint! Ya hear?
Mall Santa: Dog pile!
Tony the Elf: im not going back to the joint you hear me?
Myron Larabee: [to Howard in the radio station] Don't hit me! I got sickle cell! Don't hit me!
Deer: [moaning in pain after Howard hit him] Aaaaaw...