Santa Claus:
"No siree! We're going out the good ol' fashioned way. Prancer and Dancer and Donder and Blitzen, and Vixen and Nixon... oh, consarnit I get those names mixed up, but the KIDS know their names."
TV Interviewer:
"What is this strange looking creature over here?"
Santa Claus:
"Oh, Winky made that. That's his idea of a Martian."
TV Interviewer:
"A Martian? Wow-wee-wow! I'd hate to meet a creature like that on a dark night."
Kimar:
"Santa, you will never return to Earth, you belong to Mars now."
Santa Claus:
"Ho Ho, Hooo..."
Santa Claus:
"Ho ho, we meet again, eh?"
Rigna:
"Chochem is eight hundred years old, you can't dismiss the wisdom of centuries."
Voldar:
"I can."
Kimar:
"Chochem! Chochem! Are you here? Ancient one of Mars, I call upon you."
Hargo:
"What's soft and round and you put it on a stick and you toast it in a fire, and it's green?"
Kimar:
"I don't know what?"
Hargo:
"A Martian mellow."
TV News Announcer:
"And mrs Claus has positively identified the kidnapers as martians."
Santa Claus:
"Well, when Voldar "accidentally" left us in the airlock and then came up here and "accidentally" threw the door switch, we knew we had to get out of there in a hurry or that would be the end of us. Eh, uh, "accidentally," of course."
TV News Announcer:
"Here's another UFO Bulletin: The Defense Department has just announced that the unidentified flying object suddenly disappeared from our radar screen. They believe the object has either disintegrated in space, or it may be a space ship from another planet which has the ability to nullify all radar beams."
Kimar:
"Dropo, you are the laziest man on Mars. Why are you sleeping during working hours?"
Dropo:
"I wasn't sleeping, chief. It's just that I haven't been able to sleep these last few months. I forgot how. So I was just practicing."
Billy:
"You'll never get away with this, you Martian!"
Voldar:
"All this trouble over a fat little man in a red suit!"
Betty:
"What are those funny things sticking out of your head?"
Rigna:
"Those are our antennae."
Betty:
"Are you a television set?"
Kimar:
"How are you feeling today? Tired?"
Santa Claus:
"Oh, no, I'm not tired. But my finger is."
Santa Claus:
"Oh me, oh my, oh me!"