The Santa Clause 2 Page #4

- That sounds so creative.|- I love it.

- I love creative people.|- Yeah?

Yeah.

So what do you do?

I'm hoping someday to break|into the music business.

- As a singer-songwriter.|- No way!

Way!

- What's your favourite music?|- Country-western.

- Ohh!|- Yeah.

- Do you like Shania Twain?|- Yeah!

- You know that one?|- I know that song.

- You're good.

- Hey!

- That's good.

Put up a tree!|Sports on TV!

Man!

Whew!

You hated it?

It kind of scared me|a little bit.

No, I just. I...

I just... I wasn't prepared|for a performance, so if l...

I put myself out and that was|not an easy thing to do.

If you can't support|a woman's ambition,

then I don't think there's any|reason to continue this date.

- Dad?|- Hey, sport.

How'd it go?

Well...

Let's just say|I'm not bookin' a church yet.

Boy, I'll tell ya,|women are hard to figure out.

- Tell me about it.|- You too, huh? Girl trouble?

Well, there's this one girl.

We just used to be friends and|hang out at the mall and stuff.

Then one day I looked at her

and I got this weird feeling|in the pit of my stomach.

I started worrying about|what to wear

and what my hair|looked like...

And then I wanted to kiss her.

How did she do that?

I don't know.|But they all can do that.

Oh, look at that.|The snow globe!

This is so beautiful. I remember|when Bernard gave this to you.

He said all I have to do|to see you is shake it.

Uh-huh.

Now, all you have to do|is yell down the hall.

And I'm there|whenever you need me.

Yeah.

I'm a little tired, Dad.|I'll see you in the morning.

OK.

- Good night.|- Night.

Can you turn|the light off, please?

Yeah, cos it's|such a big reach for you!

What do you mean|it's not straight?

- Sure it's straight.|- Uh-uh.

- Maybe your head's crooked.

- Prancer's not this picky.|- Yes, he is.

- Hi, Comet.|- Hi!

I've got something for you.

Hey, Lucy,|what have you got there?

Careful with the sweets.|He tends to overeat.

Uncle Scott,|are you Santa Claus?

What? Why would you ask me|something like that?

Cos you have a reindeer,|and only Santa has reindeer.

Nonsense.|A lot of people have reindeer.

Name five.

Well... most of them|live in Finland.

I can't pronounce their names.

Besides, reindeer are too stupid|to make good pets.

Well, I think you're very smart.

Well, I think he's learning|at an excellent rate.

Oh, really? This morning|he ate a bowl of waxed fruit.

Wait a minute.

I need the|naughty-and-nice list.

No.

It says I'm supposed to|check it twice.

- Santa already checked it.|- No, I didn't.

- The real Santa.|- I am the real Santa!

- I'm sorry?|- I'm in charge here.

- What?|- I check the list twice.

That's the rule.|I like the rules.

- You know how I feel.|- You're misunderstanding.

No, I'm the rule-maker. I like|the rules. Santa likes rules.

I've got a good idea.|How about we have some fun?

Huh?

- It's good to have fun.|- Right.

Santa, look over there.|See those elves?

Go ahead.|Go play some tinsel football.

Break!

- What's the object of tinsel football?|- Come on down.

If you don't have the ball,|get it.

If you have the ball,|run to the end zone.

OK, I'll go get the football.

Ready, hike!

I've got the ball. What are you|gonna do? Who's gonna stop me?

Come on!

This is a lot of fun!

Oh, so sorry!

Come here! Stop! Slow down|when I'm talking to you!

Come here, you! Come on.

He's headed east|toward the main entrance!

Hello, Charlie.

Hello, Principal Newman.

Are Laura and Neil|on their way?

No, I volunteered to go solo.

Oh. You look...

You've lost weight.|Feeling all right?

I was until I got|this phone call.

Charlie, you promised you|weren't gonna do this again.

What's the matter with you?|I'm gonna have to punish ya.

I'll ground him for...|two months.

- I thought you were on my side!|- I'll go one better.

- You're suspended.|- But... Dad!

I'm as upset about|this as you, but isn't there

a punishment that doesn't mean|takin' him out of school?

- What did you have in mind?|- We could...

Uh... ah...

Community service?

Huh.

That's not a bad idea.

OK, Charlie. I want you to|start by cleaning up this wall.

I want everything|off of there by tonight.

And then clean off every mark|off every locker in this hallway.

- Every one?!|- Do as she says, Charlie.

But I have homework,|tests to study for.

Not my problem. I have a|detention group on Saturday.

So we will all get together|at the rec centre

and scrape off graffiti at 8am.

- See you both there.|- You say both of us?

No, l... I'm very busy. I do a|lot of other community service.

That's good. You just got|yourself elected parent rep.

And, Charlie...|We'll talk about the suspension.

Curtis, what is he doing|in the naughty-and-nice centre?

- What's going on?|- I'm checking the naughty-nice list.

- I'm checking it twice.|- I already told you!

It's been checked. Don't worry.

I do worry.|There's a lot of mistakes.

I'll give you|a big fat for instance!

In Denmark, there's a guy|named Sven Halstrom right here.

He's a Dane. He was wiping|his nose on his sister's shirt.

Yuk! That's not very nice!|And yet he's on the nice list.

We try to cut most children|slack this time of year.

I don't understand that!|Kids are misbehaving everywhere.

They're running with scissors.|They're sticky.

"I'm not gonna stop this car!"|"No, we're not there yet!"

"Brush your teeth!"|"Pick up those clothes!"

It goes on and on.

But they're just kids!|Everybody misbehaves some time.

But according to|The Santa Handbook,

naughty kids get lumps of coal|in their stockings. Right?

We will make stockings.

In my opinion, they should all|get coal in their stockings.

- Don't you?|- No! That's not how it works!

Get me the naughty-nice list.|Get me every list!

Get me everything.

Mr O'Reilly, Mr Leary.

You in charge of the gangbangers?

They're students,|actually, and yes.

Keep 'em away from the car.|It's new.

I don't need some delinquent|kids scratchin' it up.

They're not delinquents.|And don't worry about your car.

I'd worry about your legs|in those shorts.

I thought only swimmers|shaved their legs!

Whoa, good one!

- Good morning.|- Good morning.

- Brought you coffee.|- Thank you.

- So you have a nice-guy side.|- I'm a man of many sides.

I'm a puzzle.|I'm a Rubik's Cube with pants.

- A laugh! Actual laugh.

- Dad, it doesn't come off.|- It's not supposed to come off.

Hence you've got to be|careful where you put it.

Hence tagging is serious.|Hence your presence here.

Don't say "hence" any more, Dad.|It's really annoying.

Nicely done!

How do you do it? I have trouble|with one. You have hundreds.

- Hi.|- Hi.

- I was really good this year.

Is that so? Are you absolutely|sure about that, Pamela?

I want a doll house|and a swimming pool.

A swimming pool?

I'm sorry. She insisted|on talking to you.

- It's not a problem.|- OK.

I'll tell you what. If you can|promise me you'll be good,

I can guarantee|you'll have a great Christmas.

- OK! Yeah!|- Come on.

Kids get so nutty|this time of year.

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