Santa Claus: Ohhh, thank you Frylock.
[gasps]
Santa Claus: If I survive... I'M GONNA BEAT THE F*CK OUT OF THAT LITTLE MEATBALL.
Frylock: Santa, I am SO SORRY. Meatwad just... he got a little carried away...
Santa Claus: He got A LOT carried away. You know that remote control racecar he's been wanting? Oh, he's gonna get it... FAR... UP HIS ASS!
Frylock: Now, now, Santa... calm down...
Santa Claus: Might see if the reindeers like MEAT this year!
Frylock: Now lie down Santa, just... rest now, okay?
Santa Claus: Oh, you! You're his asswipe roommate, aren't you? Oh, if I go down, who will deliver the toys? YOU? You have no idea how it works, do you? Don't even have a clue. Y'know what? Let me borrow your phone. HO HO HO HO. I'm gonna call the POLICE.
Frylock: No, I don't think so. You're not going to do that.
Santa Claus: I-is that a mirror? B-bring that to me. How does my face look?
Frylock: Well... you'll be okay, soon as you grow... your beard back... and your eyebrows...
Santa Claus: I'm Horror Claus! Oh, God... it's getting cold in here...
Frylock: Meatwad, Get in here!
Santa Claus: Yes, take a look at WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!