Heat Miser:
"Oh, some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot!"
Jingle Bells:
"Hello? Jingle Bells, number 1 elf speaking. May I ask who is calling please? Oh, hi, Mrs. Claus. Yes, Mrs. Claus. Okay, Mrs. Claus. Sure thing, Mrs. Claus. Right away, Mrs. Claus."
Jangle Bells:
"Who was that?"
Jingle Bells:
"That was... Ooh."
Mrs. Claus:
"No fighting, you two."
Snow Miser:
"Well, if I can't have any fun I might as well leave."
Heat Miser's Men:
"He's Mister Green Christmas. He's Mister Sun. He's Mister Heat Blister. He's Mister Hundred-and-One."
Heat Miser:
"They call me Heat Miser. Whatever I touch starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much."
Snow Miser's Men:
"He's Mister White Christmas, he's Mister Snow. He's Mr. Icicle, he's Mister 10 below."
Snow Miser:
"Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much."
Heat Miser:
"Well, well, Mrs. Claus. How's your husband doing? Out doing another commercial for my brother?"
Mrs. Claus:
"Oh come now. You know he's not on your brother's payroll."
Snow Miser:
"Don't be such a stranger! Come around with your husband, we'll have a blizzard! Ha ha ha ha!"
Snow Miser:
"So, Mrs. C., how's your hubby?"
Mrs. Claus:
"Not too good, Snowy, he's got a bad cold."
Snow Miser:
"Aw, that's a shame. He should've come to see me, I'd've given him a good one! HO HA HO... a little chilly humor, there."
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