Elf (2003) - Quotes

Buddy: [''In the waiting room''] Oh... my finger has a heartbeat.

Girl: It won't hurt so much after a while. What's your name?

Buddy: Buddy.

Girl: I'm Carolyn.

Buddy: Hi. What do you want for Christmas?

Girl: A Suzy-talks-a-lot.

Buddy: I'll put in a good word with the big man.

Girl: Thanks. Your costume is pretty.

Buddy: Oh, it's not a costume. I'm an elf. Well, technically, I'm a human, but I was raised by elves.

Girl: Oh, I'm a human raised by humans.

Buddy: Hmm. Cool.

Physician: [''Walks into examination room of medical clinic''] Okay. What have we got here?

Walter: [''Grabs Buddy's hand on third reach, and Buddy reveals the cotton balls in other hand in a magician's trick''] Buddy, don't eat those.

Physician: We got to really hurry up, Walter, because I'm double-booked for the rest of the afternoon.

Buddy: Am I sick?

Walter: Yeah, but that's not why we're here. We're here to do a test, come on.

Buddy: What kind of test?

Walter: It's just a test to find out if you're my son or not.

Buddy: Why am I sitting on paper?

Physician: Because it's sanitary for the other patients. Now, would you sit still so I can do the finger prick?

Buddy: [''Gasps''] Finger prick! Oh...! It's cold.

Physician: Yeah, just please sit still, please?

Buddy: Okay, can I listen to your necklace?

Physician: No, you can't.

Walter: Will you just sit still...?

Buddy: Why is there a skeleton over there?

Physician: I don't know. Walter, could you please...?

Buddy: [[w:pirate flag|a pirate flag] If I squint, it looks like ].

Physician: Could you please have him sit still?

Buddy: Does he have a name?

Walter: No, he hasn't got a name. I'm sorry, Ben. I am sorry.

Physician: I have a lot of sick patients waiting.

Walter: Would you please hold still? Please.

Buddy: He got mad at me.

Walter: Yes, he did. He did. The sooner you sit still, the sooner we can get this mess over with.

Buddy: Okay. Then can we eat sugar plums?

Walter: [[w:gingerbread house|gingerbread houses; [w:Easter eggs|paint eggs] You betcha. We'll eat sugar plums, make ], and we'll even ].

Buddy: [''The doctor pricks his finger''] Well, painting eggs, that's Easter. Ow!

Buddy: [''repeats''] Dad! I knew that you'd come, I love you for coming. Officer Tom, this is my Dad. This is Walter... he came. He bailed me out. They gave me one phone call. And I said," I know who I'm gonna call... Walter Hobbs. And sure enough, you showed up. You did, they said you weren't gonna show up. They told me so many times...

Walter: Shh. Just who the heck are you, and what is your problem?

Buddy: I'm Buddy. I'm your son.

Walter: Wait, um... Tell me, tell me, tell me, uh... Where did you get this picture?

Buddy: Papa Elf gave it to me.

Walter: [''Grabs Buddy and violently pins him to the wall''] Listen... is this some kind a game? What do you want, some money?

Buddy: No! I just wanted to meet you, And I thought you might wanna meet me.

Walter: Who wouldn't wanna meet you?

Buddy: I thought maybe we could make gingerbread houses, eat cookie dough, go ice skating, and... and maybe even hold hands.

Walter: Uh-huh. Come with me.

Buddy: Okay.

Buddy: [''Sees Santa in the store''] Santa.

Gimbel's Santa: Hey! Ho, ho, ho!

Buddy: Santa! It's me, Buddy! It's me!

Gimbel's Santa: Hey, Buddy. How you doing?

Buddy: [''his excitement and enthusiasm fades away as he grimaces at him''] Santa, it's me! Who the heck are you?

Gimbel's Santa: What are you talking about? I'm Santa Claus.

Buddy: No, you're not.

Gimbel's Santa: Uh... Why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Buddy: Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year?

Gimbel's Santa: Um... Well, "Happy Birthday", of course! Ho, ho, ho! So, uh, how old are you, son?

Paul: Four.

Gimbel's Santa: You're a big boy. What's your name?

Paul: Paul.

Gimbel's Santa: And, uh, what can I get you for Christmas?

Buddy: [''Quietly''] Paul, don't tell him what you want. He's a liar.

Gimbel's Santa: [''To Buddy''] Let the kid talk.

Buddy: You disgust me. How can you live with yourself?

Gimbel's Santa: Just cool it, zippy!

Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies.

Gimbel's Santa: Look, I'm not kidding.

Buddy: You're a fake.

Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake?

Buddy: Yes.

Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead?! Huh?

Paul: Fake.

Gimbel's Santa: No, he's kidding.

Buddy: [''Sniffs''] You stink.

Gimbel's Santa: [''As the elf takes Paul off his lap after a picture''] I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right?

Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese. You don’t smell like Santa.

Gimbel's Santa: Okay.

Buddy: [''Gimbel's Santa lunges at Buddy knocking him into a display, getting into a huge brawling fight, with Buddy getting body-slammed into decorations''] HE'S AN IMPOSTER! HE'S NOT SANTA!

Buddy: He's a fake! He's a fake! I saw!

Gimbel's Santa: Come here! Come here!

Buddy: He's a fake!

Gimbel's Santa: [''angrily smashes Buddy's designs; the manager starts tackling the fake Santa to protect Buddy''] Where are you goin now? Where are you goin now?

Buddy: He's not Santa Claus! He's not Santa!

Jovie: Hey, you.

Buddy: Me?

Jovie: Come here. I wanna talk to you.

Buddy: What do you wanna talk to me about?

Jovie: How come you were in the women's locker room this morning?

Buddy: I heard you singing.

Jovie: You sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was naked and in the shower?

Buddy: I didn't know you were naked. Why were you here so early?

Jovie: They shut my water off. What were you doing here so early?

Buddy: Building this.

Jovie: You built this? They're kinda pissed about this.

Buddy: Really?

Gimbel's Manager: [''Ạpproạċhes''; ''To Jovie''] Hey, guys. Have you seen the place? It's pretty good. It's a little "too good". Corporate must have sent in a professional. I don't know why somebody's gunning for my job. But look, let's remain a team, okay? Cause if I go, we all go. If you get wind of anything, call me on my radio. Channel three. Code word is "Santa's got a brand new bag." Okay? Six inch ribbon curls, honey.

Jovie: [''Rolls her eyes''] But that's impossible.

Gimbel's Manager: [''Interrupting''; ''Storms away''] SIX... inches!

Buddy: By the way, you have the most beautiful singing voice in the whole wide world.

Walter: Hey, uh... I'm gonna eat in the bedroom, okay? I, uh, I got a bunch of stuff to go over.

Emily: Are you sure?

Walter: I'm... I'm just way behind on a bunch of stuff.

Emily: Okay.

Michael: Can I eat in my room?

Emily: No.

Michael: [''Mimics father's voice''] Why not? Dad's eating in his room. I got a bunch of homework to go over, and I'm way behind on a bunch of stuff.

Emily: You're eating here.

Jovie: Are you enjoying the view?

Buddy: You are very good at decorating that tree.

Jovie: Why are you messing with me? Did Krumpet put you up to this?

Buddy: I'm not messing with you. It's just nice to meet another human who shares my affinity for, elf culture.

Jovie: I'm just trying to get through the holidays.

Buddy: Get through? Christmas is the greatest day in the whole wide world!

Jovie: Please stop talking to me.

Buddy: Uh-oh. Sounds like somebody needs to sing a Christmas carol.

Jovie: No way.

Buddy: The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.

Jovie: Thanks, but I don't sing.

Buddy: Oh, well, it's just like talking, except longer and louder, and you move your voice up and down.

Jovie: I can sing, I just choose not to sing. Especially in front of other people.

Buddy: If you can sing alone, you sing in front of other people. There's no difference.

Jovie: Actually, there's a BIG difference.

Buddy: [''starts singing loud and off-key''; ''adeptly''] No... no... no, there isn't. Wait... I'm singing I'm in a store and I'm singing I'm in a store and I'm singing!

Gimbel's Manager: HEY! There's no singin in the North Pole!

Buddy: Yes, there is!

Gimbel's Manager: No, there's not.

Buddy: We sing all the time!

Gimbel's Manager: No, there's not!

Buddy: [''To Jovie''] Especially when we make toys! See?

Gimbel's Manager: [''Grunts and gestures to "come here"''] Psst! Hey, come... come here!

Buddy: [''Mystified''] Me?

Gimbel's Manager: [''grabs Buddy''] Yes! What are you doing down here?! You're not supposed to be down here! You can shop on your break, you don't... come on, get upstairs!

Buddy: Okay, I didn't know!

Gimbel's Manager: Well You should know!

Buddy: Are you mad at me?

Gimbel's Manager: No.

Buddy: Are you sure?

Gimbel's Manager: Yes, I'm sure! Just do your job!

Buddy: Okay, fair enough.

Buddy: [''Gasps''] Wow! What's this?

Gimbel's Manager: This is the North Pole.

Buddy: No, it's not.

Gimbel's Manager: Yes, it is.

Buddy: No, it's not.

Gimbel's Manager: Yes, it is.

Buddy: No, it isn't.

Gimbel's Manager: Yes, it is.

Buddy: [''smiles''] No, it's not! Where's the snow?

Gimbel's Manager: Why are you smiling like that?

Buddy: I just like to smile! Smiling's my favorite.

Gimbel's Manager: [''pause''] Make work your favorite, okay?

Buddy: Okay.

Gimbel's Manager: Work is your new favorite.

Buddy: Fine.

Gimbel's Manager: [''To the employees''] It's time for an announcement. Okay, people! Tomorrow morning, 10 am, Santa's comin to town!

Buddy: [''Excitedly, to the manager''] SANTA! OH, MY GOD! Santa, here? I KNOW HIM!

Gimbel's Manager: He'll be here to take pictures with all of the children. 10 am tomorrow.

Buddy: 10 am tomorrow!

Gimbel's Manager: Santa's comin to town.

Department samplist administer: Passion fruit spray?

Buddy: [''He sprays it in his mouth and then starts crying in pain''] Fruit spray? Sure.

Department samplist ạdmịṇịster: Sorry.

Client: So, you really think we should ship em?

Walter: [''Phone rings''] No, I think we should take a $30,000 bath so some kid can understand what happened? To a puppy and a frigging pigeon? Ship em. Yeah.

Secretary Deb: Mr. Hobbs? It's me on the intercom.

Walter: Go ahead.

Secretary Deb: [Buddy bursts into office] Yeah, I think some one sent you a Christmas-gram.

Buddy: Dad!

Walter: [''Chuckles''] All right, uh, let's get it Over with.

Buddy: I walked all day and night to find you.

Walter: [''Chuckles''] Uh, you look like you came from the North Pole.

Buddy: That's exactly where I came from. Santa must've called you!

Walter: Oh, yeah, sure, he, uh... Just got off the cell phone with me.

Buddy: You did?!

Walter: So, go on. Go on with what? Well, are... are you gonna sing a song or something, or can I just go back to work?

Buddy: A song? Uh... yeah. Anything for you, Dad, uh... I... I'm, I'm here with my dad and we never met and he wants me to sing him a song and, um, I was adopted but you didn't know I was born. So, I'm here now, I found you, Daddy and, guess what? I love you, I love you I love you!

Walter: Wow, that was weird. You know, usually you guys just uh, you know, Put my name into jingle bells or something.

Buddy: It's me, your son. Susan Wells had me, and... And she didn't tell you, and, and, and, but now I'm here... It's me buddy. Susan Wells.

Walter: Uh, you said Susan Wells?

Buddy: Yes.

Walter: Who sent this Christmas-gram?

Buddy: What's a Christmas-gram? I want one.

Walter: [''Whispers''] I think we should call security.

Secretary Deb: Good idea.

Buddy: [''Leans in as well''] I like to whisper, too. It's okay, Walter's my father.

Security Officer: Well, your dad's busy right now.

Buddy: Okay, I'll come back later.

Security Officer: Yeah, you know, you're not gonna come back for a while, okay? You're gonna go back to Santa Land.

Buddy: Okay.

Security Officer: [[w:Gimbels|Gimbels] Yeah, why don't you go back to ]?

Buddy: Sorry I can't ride with you the rest of the way up, but this is where my dad works.

Elevator rider: Well, have a good day.

Buddy: [''elevator door closes''] Oh, I forgot to give you a hug.

Secretary Deb: Oh, I don't know, Connie, I've never declawed kittens before. How many? Eight? I don't know if I'm gonna have time. Well, all right, just bring em by the camper this week, and I'll see what I can do. I'm not gonna charge you. Just bring em by, and I'll see what I can do. Bye.

Buddy: [''to Deb''] Excuse me. I'm here to see a Walter Hobbs. I'm Buddy the Elf.

Secretary Deb: [''Laughs''] You look hilarious. Who sent you?

Buddy: Papa Elf.

Secretary Deb: Papa Elf?!

Buddy: Mm-hmm. From the North Pole.

Secretary Deb: From the North Pole?!

Buddy: Yes.

Walter: [''In office''] A reprint? You know how much that's gonna cost?

Client: Two whole pages are missing. The story doesn't make any sense.

Walter: What, you think some kid's gonna notice two pages? I mean, they... all they do is look at pictures.

Mr. Narwhal: Bye, Buddy. Hope you find your dad.

Buddy: Thanks, Mr. Narwhal. Bye.

Santa: Listen, some people, they just lose sight of what's important in life. That doesn't mean they can't find their way again, huh? Maybe all they need is just a little Christmas spirit.

Buddy: Well, uh, I... I'm good at that.

Santa: I know you are.

Papa Elf: And I'll... I'll always, uh, I'll always be here for you. Now, uh... Go... uh, get.

Buddy: Bye, guys.

Arctic Puffin: Bye, buddy. Take care.

Nun: You're taking the books back?

Walter: See, I... I see what you're trying to do here. You're trying to make me feel bad, when, in actuality, you're the one that missed the payments.

Nun: But the children love the books.

Walter: I know that, uh... you know, I'm the one that ran the focus groups, but I like hearing that.

Santa: So, I hear you're going on a little journey to the big city.

Buddy: [''Santa chuckles''] Yup. Ahh. I'm kind a nervous. Leon says New York is pretty different.

Santa: Oh, don't pay attention to Leon. He's never been anywhere. He doesn't have any feet. I've been to New York thousands of times.

Buddy: Really?

Santa: Mm-hmm.

Buddy: What's it like?

Santa: Well, there are some things you should know. First off, you see gum on the street, Leave it there. It's not free candy.

Buddy: Oh.

Santa: [[w:Eleventh Avenue (Manhattan)|11th] Second, there are, like, 30 Ray's Pizzas. They all claim to be the original, but the real one's on the ]. And if you see a sign that says "Peep Show," that doesn't mean that They're letting you look at presents before Christmas.

Buddy: Can't wait to see my dad... we're gonna go ice skating and... and eat sugar plums.

Santa: [''sighs''] Yeah, that's the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. You know, Buddy... your father... well... he's on the Naughty List.

Buddy: [''Face comes absolutely aghast''; ''Camera races to highlight of Walter Hobbs on the "naughty" page of Santa's book''] NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Arctic Puffin: [[w:Symphoricarpos|snow berries] Hey, buddy, wanna pick some ]?

Buddy: Not now, Arctic Puffin.

Leon: Hello, Buddy.

Buddy: Oh... hi, Leon.

Leon: Why the long face, partner?

Leon: Course you're not. You're 6'3" and had a beard since you were 15.

Buddy: Papa says my real father lives in a magical place far away. I don't know what to do.

Leon: At least you have a daddy. I was just rolled up one day and left out here in the cold.

Buddy: [[North Pole] Thing is, I've never even left the ].

Leon: Buddy, I've been around the world many times when I was a young cumulonimbus cloud. It's a wonderful place, filled with wondrous creatures... Except dogs. Oh, by the way, don't eat the yellow snow.

Buddy: Oh, I know that.

Leon: All I'm saying is this might be the golden opportunity to find out who you really are.

Buddy: My dad works there?

Papa Elf: [[w:Empire state building|Empire State Building] ].

Papa Elf: Buddy, are you okay?

Buddy: I'm sorry, Papa. I just need some alone time.

Papa Elf: Buddy, I... I think we... we have to talk. Buddy, uh, I think there's something I... I probably should tell you. You probably should have found out a long... A long time ago.

Ming Ming: [[w:etch-a-sketches|etch-a-sketches?] Hey, Foom Foom... I hate to do this to you, but you think you could help me pick up the slack on those ]

Foom Foom: No problem. I appreciate it.

Ming Ming: Buddy is killing me. I already got Lum Lum and Choo Choo pullin doubles.

Foom Foom: That was quick thinking yesterday with that “special talents” thing.

Ming Ming: I feel bad for the guy. I just hope he doesn't get wise.

Foom Foom: Well, if he hasn't figured out he's a human by now, I don't think he ever will.

Buddy: [''In a flashback''] I think they're too small.

Ming Ming: You're just... special.

Pom Pom: [''In presence''] You don't look so good, Buddy. Are you okay?

Buddy: [''Buddy faints, falling on Pom Pom''] I'll be okay, I just need a glass of water.

Pom Pom: Aah! Buddy...

Papa Elf: As much as, uh, Buddy was accepted by his family and friends, there were a few drawbacks to being, uh, a human in, uh an elf's world.

Buddy: Hey, Ming Ming. Um... I'm gonna be a little bit short on today's quota.

Ming Ming: It's all right, Buddy. Just how many Etch-a-Sketches did you get finished? Come on, Buddy. How many?

Buddy: [''All the elves stop and stare''] I made, uh... 85.

Ming Ming: Eighty-five? That puts you... 915 off the pace.

Female elf: Ooh... that's bad.

Buddy: [''All the elves gasps''] Why don't you just say it? I'm the worst toy maker in the world. I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins.

Ming Ming: No, Buddy, you're not a cotton-headed ninny-muggins. We all just have different talents, that's all.

Buddy: Seems like everyone else have the same talents except for me.

Ming Ming: You... you have, you have lots of talents, uh... special talents in fact, like um, uh...

Buddy: Special talents?

Female elf in blue: You changed the batteries in the smoke detector.

Male elf in yellow: You sure did... triple-As. And in six months, you'll have to check em again... Won't he?

Male elf in red: And you're the only baritone in the elf choir. You bring us down whole octave.

Male elf in orange: In a good way.

Ming Ming: See, Buddy? You're not a cotton-headed ninny-muggins. You're just... special.

Papa Elf: And so, Buddy was sent where the... the special elves work.

Papa Elf: Well, I think it's time you start your tinker training.

Buddy: [''He pokes head in sleigh garage and gasps''] Santa's sleigh.

Papa Elf: You're gonna help me make it fly.

Buddy: I thought the magical reindeer made The sleighs fly.

Papa Elf: And where do the reindeer get their magic from?

Buddy: [[w:Christmas spirit|Christmas spirit] ]. Everybody knows that.

Papa Elf: Well, silly as it sounds, a lot of people down south don't believe in Santa Claus.

Buddy: What?! Well, who do they think puts all their toys under the tree?

Papa Elf: Well, there's a rumor floating around that, uh, that the parents do it.

Buddy: That's... that's ridiculous. I mean, parents couldn't do that all in one night. What about Santa's cookies? I suppose parents eat them, too?

Papa Elf: Yeah, I, uh, I... I know, uh, and every year less and less people believe in Santa Claus. I mean, we have a real energy crisis on our hands.

Buddy: Oh.

Papa Elf: I mean, just see how low the, uh Claus meter is.

Buddy: That's shocking.

Papa Elf: [[w:1960s|the '60s; ''Turns over sleigh engine''] That's why I came up with this little beauty in ].

Buddy: Wh- what is it?

Papa Elf: It's a Kringle 3000... A 500-reindeer power jet turbine engine. Without it, the sleigh couldn't get more than, uh, a few feet off the ground. Well, it looks like we got a short in the thermo coupler. You wanna give me a hand with that? You want me to help?

Papa Elf: Oh, hello. You're, uh, you're probably here. About the, uh, the story. Elves love to tell stories. I-I'll bet you didn't know that about elves. There's, uh, probably a lot of things You... you didn't know about elves. Another... another interesting, uh, elf-ism, uh, there are only three jobs available to an elf. The first is making shoes at night, while, you know, while the old... the old cobbler sleeps.

Shoe elf: Lazy bum. Couldn't even make a clog.

Papa Elf: [''Scene cuts to an [[w:Tree house|oak tree house] ] scene] You can bake cookies in a tree.

Elf: Hey!

Papa Elf: [[w:Keebler Company|dangerous having an oven in an oak tree during the dry season.] As you can imagine, it's, uh, ]

Baker elf: [''Scene of elves fleeing an oak tree going up in flames''] I wanna make shoes!

Papa Elf: [''scene cuts to the workshop scene''; [w:Santa's workshop|Santa's workshop] But the third job... uh, some call it, uh, "The show," or... or "the big dance," it's the profession that every elf aspires to, and that is to build toys in ].

Supervisor Elf: Only two weeks left till Christmas!

Papa Elf: [[w:gnomes|gnomes; [w:trolls|trolls; ''scene of gnome belches''; ''Troll in diaper farts''] It's a job only an elf can do. Our... our nimble fingers, natural cheer, and active minds are perfect for toy-building. They... they tried using ] and ], But the gnomes drank too much... and the trolls weren't toilet trained. No human being has ever set... set foot in Santa's workshop. Uh, that is until about 30 years ago, and, as you may have guessed, that's where our story begins.

Ending credits lyrics: [[w:pneumonia|pneumonia] Though your nose get a little chilling Buddy... We'll frolic and play buddy... buddy... the Eskimo way, walking in a winter wonderland, in the meadow we can build a snowman, and pretend that he is Parson Brown. He'll say, are you married, we'll say no, man. But you can do the job when you in town, brother. Later on, we'll conspire, as we dream by the fire to face unafraid the plans That we made (walking in a winter wonderland x2) I really can't stay. But, baby, it's cold outside, I've got to go way, but, baby, it's cold outside. This evening has been been hoping that you'd drop in, so very nice. I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice. My mother will start to worry beautiful, what's your hurry? And father will be pacing the floor. Listen to that fireplace roar, so, really, I'd better scurry. Beautiful, please don't hurry. Well, maybe just a half a drink more. Put some records on while I pour. The neighbors might think. Baby, it's bad out there. Say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there. I wish I knew how your eyes are like starlight now. To break the spell. I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell. I ought to say no, no, no, sir. Mind if I move in closer? At least I'm gonna say that I tried. What's the sense of hurting my pride? I really can't stay, baby, don't hold out. Ah, but it's cold outside. I simply must go, but, baby, it's cold outside. The answer is no, but, baby, it's cold outside. This welcome has been, I'm lucky that you dropped in, so nice and warm. Look out the window at that storm, my sister will be suspicious. Gosh, your lips look delicious, my brother will be there at the door. Waves upon tropical shore, my maiden aunt's mind is vicious. Oh, your lips look delicious. Well, maybe just a cigarette more, never such a pleasure before. I've got to get home, but, baby, you'll freeze out there. Say, lend me your comb, it's up to your knees out there. You've really been grand. I thrill when you touch my hand, but don't you see. How can you do this thing to me? There's bound to be talk tomorrow. Think of my lifelong sorrow. At least there will be plenty implied. If you caught ] and died. I really can't stay. Get rid of that hold out. Ah, but it's cold outside

Rap lyrics: [''Buddy is doing [[w:Fonzie|Fonzie; [w:Russian folk dance|slavic dances] ]-esque ] on a table in the mailroom with the whole staff pounding on the table in sync to song beats and fist pumping in unison when Buddy raises his arms]

Teacher elf: [[w:Graphics processing unit|extreme graphic chipset processors] Before we learn how to build the latest in ], let's recite the "Code of the Elves," shall we? Number one; "Treat every day like Christmas." Number two; "There's room for everyone on the nice list." Number three; "The best way to spread Christmas Cheer, is singing loud for all to hear.

Papa Elf: I then proceeded to tell Buddy of how his father had fallen in love when he was very young with a beautiful girl named Susan Wells, and how Buddy was born and put up for adoption by his mother, and how she had later passed away. I... I told him his father had never even known that Buddy was born, and most importantly, I told him where his father was... uh, in a magical land called New York City.

Jovie: [''After Ḅuddy does [[w:All Nighter|an all-nighter; [w:Baby, It's Cold Outside|singing "Baby, It's Cold Outside"; ''Buddy sustains a note and Jovie realizes the presence of Buddy in the room and turns the water off; ''Buddy covers his eyes and runs into a locker and knocks himself out''] ] of hyper decorating the store, he hears Jovie ] in the staff room shower, walks in and sits on the sink shelf and sings along] I really can't stay, I've got to go way, this evening has been, so very nice, my mother will start to worry, and father will be pacing the floor, So, really, I'd better scurry, well, may be just a half a drink more, the neighbors might think baby, it's bad out there, say, what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how to break the spell, I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell, I ought to say no, no, no, sir, mind if I move in closer? At least I'm gonna say that I tried, what's the sense of hurting? my pride? I really can't stay, ah, but it's cold outside baby, it's cold outside! Get out! Don't look at me! Get out!

Buddy: [''Walking in a park and comes across [[w:raccoon|a raccoon; ''[[w:rabies|Raccoon hisses; ''He leans in and raccoon leaps onto his neck knocking him to the ground ferociously attacking''] Hey! What's your name? My name's Buddy. Oh...! Does someone need a hug? Aah, aah! That's not cool! I just wanted a hug!

Buddy: [''Walks by [[w:coffee shop|coffee shop; The shop staff and patrons just stare indifferently''] ] in New York and notices sign saying "WORLD"S BEST CUP OF COFFEE" and then bursts into the shop] You did it! Congratulations! World's best cup of coffee! Great job, everybody! It's great to meet you!