'Twas the Night Page #2
- TV-G
- Year:
- 2001
- 84 min
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[CHANTING]
OOH!
MURRAY, HURRY UP.
THERE'S ABOU A THOUSAND BRATS
HEY, YOU, ELF.
YOU SEE SOMEONE:
GO IN THERE?
OH, GREAT.
WHAT NOW, NICK?
MURRAY.
[WHISTLING]
JUST IN:
THE NICK OF TIME.
HEY!
WHAT THE--
COME HERE!
Children, chanting:
WE WANT SANTA CLAUS!
WE WANT SANTA CLAUS!
OHH!
YOU!
[DOOR CLOSES]
YOUR ELF'S
WAITING FOR YOU.
[DEEP VOICE]
OH! YES, YES.
HO HO!
WELL, UH,
THANK YOU, ELIOT.
HEY, HOW DO YOU
KNOW MY NAME?
WELL, I'M SANTA,
AM I NOT?
HO HO HO!
HA HA HA!
HAVE YOU BEEN:
A GOOD BOY?
OF COURSE:
I'VE BEEN A GOOD BOY.
HAVE YOU REALLY?
YES.
OK.
Store elf:
HERE HE IS,THE GUY YOU'VE BEEN
WAITING FOR--
SANTA!
SANTA?
EVERYBODY...
JUST BE GOOD:
FOR GOODNESS SAKES!
HELLO?
WHERE YOU GOIN'?
GOTTA FIND A PLACE
TO HIDE OUT.
BUT WHERE?
MURRAY!
WHERE YOU GOIN'?
DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE
WITH THESE KIDS.
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.
[CHUCKLING]
HO HO! ALL RIGHT!
John:
OK.EVERYBODY READY?
YUP.
"'TWAS THE NIGH BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
"WHEN ALL THROUGH
THE HOUSE,
"NOT A CREATURE
WAS STIRRING,
"NOT EVEN A MOUSE.
"THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG
BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE
"IN THE HOPES
THAT SAINT NICHOLAS
[DOORBELL RINGS]
OH, WHO ON EARTH
COULD THAT BE?
NOBODY MOVE.
MAYBE IT'S SAINT NICHOLAS.
I DON'T THINK SO, PETER.
SAINT NICK DOESN'T USUALLY
COME TO THE FRONT DOOR.
HO HO HO!
SANTA?
ARE YOU SURE YOU GO THE RIGHT HOUSE?
WELL, 300 WALNUT.
OH.
SOMETHING'S HERE. OOP.
NICK?
HA HA HA!
SAINT NICK TODAY.
WHOO!
NICK. WHAT ON EARTH
ARE YOU DOING HERE?
HELLO, GORGEOUS.
HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO
STAY SO YOUNG AND PRETTY
MARRIED TO THIS:
STICK-IN-THE-MUD, HUH?
Peter:
UNCLE NICK!OH, IT'S PETER COTTONTAIL!
HEY, I DON' HAVE A COTTON TAIL.
OH, NO?
THEN WHAT IS THIS, HUH?
OH...
ABBY? WHERE'S KAITLIN?
AND WHO IS:
THIS RUNWAY MODEL
WE HAVE HERE?
STOP!
WELL, LOOK AT YOU.
YOU'RE ALL GROWN UP.
WELL, THERE HE IS--
DAN THE MAN.
MOVIE SOUND EFFECTS]
WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO!
HOW YOU DOIN'?
GREAT.
YES, I DID.
OH, LOOK AT THEM
TOGETHER.
YEAH?
AND MAY I SAY:
THAT I LOVE TIBET.
THE HIMALAYAS:
ARE JUST OUTSTANDING,
AND I'M SO DOWN
WITH OAXACA.
VERY COOL PYRAMIDS.
BUT I SEE:
YOUR FIRST SUMMER
AFTER HIGH SCHOOL
GRADUATION:
IN THE PRINCIPALITY
OF MONACO.
MONACO.
OUI, OUI.
MONACO? OH, FOR--
SOAKING UP THE RAYS
AND STICKING I TO THE CASINOS
BY NIGHT.
I CALL I "THE KILLER Bs"--
BEACHES, BABES,
AND BIG BUCKS.
OOH, I COULD
GO WITH THAT.
OK, HERE WE GO.
1, 2, 3, GO.
OH, MAN! YOU'RE
GETTING FASTER.
WHAT'S THAT,
BEEN PRACTICING NOW?
NO, NO.
INCOMING!
WHOO! WHOO!
WHOA!
OH, COME ON,
LITTLE BROTHER,
DON'T PRETEND YOU'RE
OH, OF COURSE
IT'S JUST WE WEREN' EXPECTING YOU, NICK.
THE SPANISH WEREN' EXPECTING THE INQUISITION,
BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP
TORQUEMADA.
YOU KNOW, IT'S NOT FAIR
AND I GOT STUCK:
WITH JUST GOOD LOOKS.
WHAT ARE YOU:
DOING HERE, NICK?
WHAT, HONESTLY?
IF THAT'S POSSIBLE.
WELL, THERE'S NO PLACE
IS THERE?
AND THERE'S NO PLACE
I'D RATHER SPEND
SOME QUALITY TIME
THAN RIGHT HERE....
WITH MY FAVORITE NIECE
AND NEPHEWS.
WHY IS IT I HAVE TROUBLE
BELIEVING THAT STORY?
[PAGER BEEPS]
Nick:
WHO'S UPFOR SOME HOUSE HOCKEY?
ME!
OK, NOW WHERE DID WE
OH, THAT'S RIGHT,
RIGHT AROUND HERE.
CAN I BE GOALIE?
OH! THERE'S BEEN
A MAJOR OUTBREAK
OF THAT NEW:
REINDEER FLU.
THE EMERGENCY ROOM'S
OVERRUN.
OH. NO, JOHN.
WELL, THAT'S
WHAT I GE FOR MARRYING
A DOCTOR.
THAT'S WHAT YOU GE FOR BEING A DOCTOR,
BECAUSE THEY'RE
CALLING EVERYBODY.
WHAT?
[BEEPING]
THAT'LL BE YOU.
OH, NO.
WHY BOTH OF US?
IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE.
[NICK AND KIDS
SHOUTING]
WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED
TO DO WITH THE KIDS?
WE CAN'T LEAVE THEM
ON THEIR OWN.
WHERE'S YOUR GOALIE?
OH, NO.
NO.
NO.
Abby:
IT'LL BE FINE.NICK IS:
NOT A BAD GUY.
I THINK HE'S TRYING
TO MEND FENCES.
GIVE HIM A CHANCE.
IT IS CHRISTMAS.
"THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG
"IN HOPES
THAT SAINT NICHOLAS
DON'T HOLD
YOUR BREATH.
HEY, CHILL OUT, KATY,
'CAUSE SOME OF US
LIKE BELIEVING:
IN IMPOSSIBLE THINGS.
HE BELIEVES IN YOU.
ISN'T THAT ENOUGH?
I WAS ABOUT 5 WHEN I
FIGURED IT ALL OUT.
THE WHOLE PRESENT-
DELIVERY SETUP THING
SEEMED KIND OF FISHY,
SO I DID THE MATH.
FOR SANTA TO GET TO
ALL THE WORLD'S CHILDREN
ON CHRISTMAS EVE,
AT ABOUT 650 MILES
PER SECOND.
I MEAN...
THAT'S 300,000 TIMES
THE SPEED OF SOUND.
WOW.
THAT'S PRETTY FAS FOR A HEAVYSET DUDE.
Kaitlin:
OH, BU THAT WOULD ALSO EXPLAINWHY NOBODY:
EVER SEES HIM.
BECAUSE:
HE'D BE GOING SO FAST,
WE'D LOOK LIKE
LIVING STATUES TO HIM.
[SIGHS]
BUT YOU KNOW:
THAT'S PHYSICALLY
IMPOSSIBLE, SO...
SO THERE IS:
NO SANTA CLAUS?
NO. YOU KNOW, PETE,
THERE IS A SANTA CLAUS.
JUST IGNORE:
EVERYTHING SHE SAYS.
SHE'S JUS TRYING TO SHOW OFF.
CAN YOU BELIEVE:
TEACHERS GIVE OUT As
FOR JUNK LIKE THAT?
ALL RIGHT, GUYS,
WE'RE OFF.
GOOD NIGHT, YOU.
MM, SORRY.
GOOD NIGHT.
SORRY ABOUT THIS, HONEY.
GOOD NIGHT.
YEAH. THANK YOU
VERY MUCH, NICK.
NO PROBLEM.
THANKS.
OK. AHEM.
ALL SNUG IN THEIR BEDS--"
John:
THAT'S NOT SUCHA BAD IDEA, YOU KNOW?
MAYBE YOU GUYS OUGHT TO
HIT THE SACK EARLY TONIGHT.
OHH.
WHAT?
OH, DAD!
HEY, THE SOONER
YOU GET TO BED,
THE SOONER SANTA COMES.
WE'RE NOT DONE
WITH THE BOOK YET.
THANK YOU, UNCLE NICK.
COME ON, GUYS.
HUGS, KISSES.
LET'S GO, OFF TO BED.
SEE YA, BUDDY.
COME ON, YOU GUYS.
GIVE ME A BIG ONE.
IT'S NOT FAIR.
OH, IT'S NOT FAIR.
OHHH.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
TO THIS FOR YOU.
BUT, DAD--
BYE, DAD.
GOOD NIGHT, SWEETHEART.
HAVE A GOOD SLEEP.
OH!
HAVE FUN:
AT THE HOSPITAL.
OH, THANK YOU
VERY MUCH.
COME ON, DANNY.
YOU, TOO.
WHAT?
[BOTH LAUGHING]
DAD, IT'S NOT EVEN 9:00.
DAD, COME ON.
WITH UNCLE NICK:
AND THEN HANG OUT.
WE GOT STUFF:
TO TALK ABOUT.
WE CAN HANG WITH UNCLE NICK
WHEN WE'RE ALL TOGETHER.
I WOULD LIKE YOU
UP IN YOUR ROOM.
OF YOUR READING, PLEASE.
LOOK, I'LL GO TO BED
WHEN YOU WANT ME--
GET TO YOUR ROOM
RIGHT NOW!
NOW, YOU SHOULD
BE TOTALLY GROUNDED
FOR ALL THE STUFF
YOU PULLED TODAY.
COME ON, LET'S GO.
IT'S...
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
[SIGHS]
Nick:
RULE WITHA STEADY HAND, JOHN.
I HATE DOING THAT.
[DOOR SLAMS]
Nick:
DON'T WORRY.I'VE GOT I ALL UNDER CONTROL.
LITTLE BRO.
[TAPPING
ON COMPUTER KEYBOARD]
[KNUCKLES CRACK]
[BEEP]
"INSUFFICIENT FUNDS
ON DEPOSIT."
DUH!
IF I HAD THE MONEY,
I WOULDN'T NEED THE LOAN.
OH!
[INCOMING E-MAIL
BEEPING]
ALL RIGHTY.
COULD BE:
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