Santa Baby
- PG
- Year:
- 2006
- 89 min
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HE'S THE MAN
WITH ALL THE TOYS
SOMEONE FOUND:
THE LIGHTED HOUSE
LATE ONE NIGHT:
AND HE SAW:
THROUGH THE WINDOW
A SIGHT:
A BIG MAN:
IN A CHAIR:
AND LITTLE TINY:
MEN EVERYWHERE:
HE'S THE MAN
WITH ALL:
THE TOYS:
HE'S STAYING OUT
IN THE COLD:
AND WHEN HE LEFT
AS WE'RE TOLD
ABOUT THE MAN:
WITH ALL:
THE TOYS:
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
MERRY CHRISTMAS--
[yelps, groans]
THIS IS A NIGHTMARE.
WHAT?
COME ON, DONNA!
TIME TO HOOF IT!
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
WHATEVER.
Santa:
LITTLE HELP, HERE?WHAT IS WITH ALL THIS TRAFFIC?
OH, THEY CLOSING DOWN
THE STREETS:
FOR THE PARADE TOMORROW.
PARADE? WHAT PARADE?
UM...THANKSGIVING.
Mary:
YOU CLOSE AN ENTIRE CITYTO DO A 3-HOUR INFOMERCIAL
FOR DEPARTMENT STORES.
GOD, I WISH I WOULD
OH, NO! EMAIL GRANT.
BUY US SOME TIME.
OH!
[cars honking]
HOLD IT!
[sighs]
[cell phone buzzes]
[phone buzzes again]
FOLEY, THIS CONSULTING GENIUS
I'M SURE SHE'LL BE HERE
ANY MINUTE, SIR.
IF THERE'S ONE THING
I'VE LEARNED,
IT'S THAT MARY CLASS
IS DEFINITELY WORTH THE WAIT.
OH, HEY. I NEED THE--
RIGHT HERE.
AND WHAT ABOUT THE--
HERE YA GO.
AND THE--
GOT IT.
ALL RIGHT!
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
MARY CLASS.
GOOD AFTERNOON.
MISS CLASS.
WE'RE ALL HERE, WAITING
TO BE IMPRESSED.
THESE ARE THE ANNUAL REPORTS
FOR YOUR MULTISAVE SUPERSTORES.
[STARTLED MURMURS]
Mary:
AND THAT'S WHEREYOU'LL BE, A YEAR FROM NOW,
IF THOSE TRENDS CONTINUE.
MY FULL PROPOSAL'S
ALREADY IN YOUR EMAIL.
THIS IS THE MULTISAVE
OF TODAY.
LET'S TALK ABOUT THE SOLUTION.
WHAT COULD BE DONE
TO SAVE MULTISAVE?
MULTISAVE IS DONE.
FINISHED. EXTINCT.
IN ITS PLACE,
SAME LOCATION.
DIFFERENT ATTITUDE.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
IT IS TIME TO:
REINTRODUCE YOURSELVES.
AND THAT MEANS GOING
AFTER THE YOUTH MARKET.
IT MEANS GETTING A MASCOT.
IT MEANS BRAND RECOGNITION.
YOU DON'T SELL...HATS.
YOU SELL SPOTLIGHT HATS.
YOU DON'T SELL TOASTERS.
YOU SELL SPOTLIGHT TOASTERS.
BOTTLED WATER?
SPOTLIGHT WATER.
MISS CLASS, YOU WANT US
TO THROW AWAY:
EVERYTHING WE'VE BUIL FOR OVER HALF A CENTURY.
MR. HAMILTON.
YOU CAN'T STAND IN
THE WAY OF PROGRESS.
THE NEW PARADIGM IS
DESTINATION SHOPPING.
INSTEAD OF GOING SHOPPING,
PEOPLE WILL BE GOING
TO SPOTLIGHT.
INSTEAD OF GOING
TO THE MALL,
PEOPLE WILL BE GOING
TO SPOTLIGHT.
SPOTLIGHT WILL BECOME
EXPERIENCE.
THAT...
IN YOUR FUTURE.
[champagne cork, popping]
[clinking glass]
CONGRATULATIONS.
[chuckles]
AH, IT WAS NOTHING.
NOTHING?
HAMILTON'S SO IMPRESSED,
HE'S PUTTING ME IN CHARGE
OF NEW BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT.
SERIOUSLY?
MM-HM.
GRANT...
THAT IS FANTASTIC.
MM...
YOU'RE JUST AMAZING.
I DON'T DESERVE YOU.
[laughing]
[clearing throat]
DO YOU HAVE TO:
DO THAT RIGHT NOW?
NO. PLEASE. COME IN.
HERE'S THE REST OF
THE MULTISAVE PAPERWORK.
THANKS, DONNA. WE'VE GO A LOT OF WORK AHEAD OF US.
WELL, WE CAN GET A JUMP ON I OVER THE LONG WEEKEND.
WEEKEND?
THANKSGIVING?
WITH MY PARENTS?
[gasps] OH, GRANT.
WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS.
YOU KNOW I'M NOT BIG--
ON HOLIDAYS.
I KNOW. I KNOW.
I JUST-- I HAVE
I CAN'T AFFORD
A 4-DAY WEEKEND.
ALL RIGHT. HOW ABOUT DINNER
WHEN I GET BACK?
ALL RIGHT.
LUIGI'S? MONDAY?
NO, MONDAY'S NO GOOD.
LUNCH WEDNESDAY?
NO, I'VE GOT RACQUETBALL
WITH HARMON.
HOW ABOUT DRINKS?
[PDA beeps]
HM. NOT A CHANCE.
[PDA beeps]
BRUNCH SUNDAY?
[beeps]
COFFEE, 8:
30,A WEEK FROM TUESDAY?
[beeps]
OOO. CAN WE MAKE IT 9:15?
[beeps]
DONE.
[beeps]
Grant:
WELL...HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
I'M GONNA GET GOING, TOO.
OH! WAIT.
I GOT SOME...
HOMEWORK FOR YA.
I'LL GET IT DONE
ON MONDAY.
MONDAY? ARE YOU KIDDING?
WE GOTTA GET MOVIN'
ON THIS.
BUT TOMORROW'S
A NATIONAL HOLIDAY.
WHICH MEANS WE WON'T GE INTERRUPTED WHILE WE WORK.
[FAKE LAUGH]
SEE YOU IN:
THE MORNING.
SEE YA.
[screams]
[crash]
[finishes yawn]
[exhales hard]
[snores]
[parade music]
Donna:
WOW.SLEEP MUCH?
I GOT A NAP.
A LATTE ON THANKSGIVING.
THANKS.
OH, WHAT A MESS!
MESS?
IT'S ALL SORTED.
AD CAMPAIGN. MARKET RESEARCH.
LOGO TEST. P.R.
Donna:
YOU'RE AMAZING.SCARY, BUT AMAZING.
I'LL START UPLOADING.
[phone rings]
CLASS CONSULTING.
OH. SURE.
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
IT'S YOUR MOTHER.
MY MOTHER?
[screams]
OH! AH! OH...
[groans]
[laughing]
THANKS.
MOM?
MOM, CALM DOWN.
OH, MY GOD.
OK.
[phone beeps off]
WHAT IS IT?
MY DAD. HE HAD
A HEART ATTACK.
OKAY. WE CONNECT IN
TORONTO BEFORE--
WHERE IS POLARIS, ANYWAY?
NORTH. FAR NORTH.
NO NO NO NO NO.
THE HEAVY COAT.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS IT.
NO. THE GREEN ONE.
WELL, I HOPE YOUR DAD'S
ALL RIGHT.
A HEART ATTACK WON' EVEN SLOW HIM DOWN.
THERE'S NO GREEN COA IN HERE.
THERE'S THIS SLEEPING BAG.
NO. THAT'S IT.
IT'S NOT FOR ME.
IT'S FOR YOU.
IT GETS VERY COLD
UP THERE. TRUST ME.
HEY. THANKS FOR
GOING WITH ME.
I KNOW IT'S NOT MUCH
OF A HOLIDAY.
WHERE YOU GO, I GO.
Mary:
YOU KNOW, THERE'S--THERE'S SOMETHING THAT, UM,
YOU NEED TO KNOW
ABOUT MY FAMILY.
THEY'RE, UH-- DIFFERENT.
FAMILIES. IF YOU CAN'T BE
EMBARRASSED BY THEM,
WHAT GOOD ARE THEY?
YEAH. WELL, MY FOLKS
OTHER LEVEL.
[festive crowd]
SAY CHEESE.
[group] CHEESE.
HEY, SVEN.
HAVE A GOOD THANKSGIVING?
SURE DID.
ME, TURKEY, AND THE BOYS.
HOW 'BOUT YOU?
ME, TURKEY, AND THE BOYS.
[laughing]
YEAH. THEY'RE GOOD
COMPANY, THOUGH, HUH?
YOU KNOW THEY'RE
JUST DOGS, RIGHT?
OH, YEAH, YEAH.
BUT DON'T TELL THEM THAT.
[chuckling]
MIND GIVING ME A HAND
WITH THE POLE?
UH, YEAH. SURE THING.
SURE THING.
GOTTA SALT THE ROAD.
YEAH...
THAT TIME OF YEAR,
RIGHT?
Sven:
YEAH.[ringing bell]
OH. LOOKS LIKE YOU GO YOURSELF A CUSTOMER.
YEAH.
SEE YA.
SEE YA.
WHOA.
HI, LITTLE PUPPIES!
HE'S SO CUTE.
HI!
[dog whimpering]
HI, LITTLE GUY.
[laughing]
HEY.
OOH.
HEY, PUPPY.
HI!
WHOA...
HEY, LADIES.
CAN I HELP...?
HI, LUKE.
LONG TIME, NO SEE.
WELL, WELL.
LOOK WHO'S BACK.
IT'S, UM...
IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU.
IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
YEAH, I'M, UM...
I'M HERE TO SEE MY DAD.
NOW LISTEN. DON'T WORRY.
YOUR OLD MAN, HE'S TOUGH.
YEAH, WELL... THAT'S
WHAT I'M AFRAID OF.
[clears throat]
OH, THIS IS MY
ASSISTANT, DONNA.
HI.
ASSISTANT. WOW.
THAT BIGSHOT AFTER ALL, HUH?
WE WERE HOPIN'
TO GET A RIDE.
YEAH. SURE.
WHY NOT?
I WAS HEADIN'
THAT WAY.
HEY, UM...
REFRESH MY MEMORY.
WHAT IS IT YOU SAY
YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS.
MUSH.
[dogs barking]
[laughing]
[moaning]
[laughing]
I CAN'T BELIEVE
I FELL FOR THAT.
AGAIN?
SURE ABOUT THAT?
[shivering]
Guys?
FREEZING, HERE.
MUSH! MUSH!
[dogs howling]
Luke:
HIKE!HIKE! HIKE!
HIKE! HIKE!
COME ON! HIKE!
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