Grandma Spankenheimer:
We make enough money.
Cousin Mel:
Enough? Enough is never enough.
Narrator:
The way I see it, you can divide the world up into two kinds of people, those who like fruitcake, and the rest of us.
Jake Spankenheimer:
[seeing the family's new inflatable Christmas tree] But our family always goes out and gets a real tree.
Daphne Spankenheimer:
Don't you want to save the forest? Nobody gets a tree anymore, it's not cool.
Cousin Mel:
Incase you haven't noticed, Frank, your son suffers a dreaded affliction.
Frank Spankenheimer:
What affliction?
Cousin Mel:
The Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome. He shows all the signs. Making lists to Santa, checking them twice, good behavior, falling asleep before midnight, I figure he gets it from his grandmother.
Jake Spankenheimer:
You saw it, didn't you, Grandpa?
Grandpa Spankenheimer:
I'm sorry, did you say something? I was too busy watching Grandma get hit by Santa's sleigh. What a sight, sleigh comes out of nowhere, Grandma takes a header into the snowbank, sleigh vanishes, like the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Cousin Mel:
And that's what's known as an advanced case of Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
