[Buddy sees Santa in the store]
Buddy: Santa.
Gimbel's Santa: Hey! Ho, ho, ho!
[the children cheer excitedly]
Buddy: Santa! It's me, Buddy! It's me!
Gimbel's Santa: Hey, buddy. How you doing?
[an elf places a child on his lap]
Buddy: Santa, it's me! [but his excitement and enthusiasm fades away as he grimaces at him] Who the heck are you?
Gimbel's Santa: What are you talking about? I'm Santa Claus.
Buddy: No, you're not.
Gimbel's Santa: Uh... Why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Buddy: Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year?
Gimbel's Santa: Um... Well, Happy Birthday, of course! Ho, ho, ho! So, uh, how old are you son?
Paul: Four.
Gimbel's Santa: You're a big boy. What's your name?
Paul: Paul.
Gimbel's Santa: And, uh, what can I get you for Christmas?
Buddy: [quietly] Paul, don't tell him what you want. He's a liar.
Gimbel's Santa: Hey! Let the kid talk.
Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself?
Gimbel's Santa: Just cool it, zippy!
Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies.
Gimbel's Santa: Look, I'm not kiddin'.
Buddy: You're a fake.
Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake?
Buddy: Yes!
Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead?! Huh?
Paul: Fake?
Gimbel's Santa: Ha, ha! He's kidding.
Buddy: [sniffs] You stink.
Gimbel's Santa: [as the elf takes Paul off his lap after a picture] I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right.
Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don`t smell like Santa.
Gimbel's Santa: OK.
[Buddy accidentally rips off the beard of Gimbel's Santa, and gasps. The kids scream in horror]
Buddy: HE'S AN IMPOSTER! HE'S NOT SANTA!
[they get into a fight]
Buddy: He's a fake! He's a fake! I saw!
Gimbel's Santa: Come here! Come here!
Buddy: He's a fake!
Gimbel's Santa: Where are you goin' now? Where are you goin' now?
[he smashes Buddy's designs; the manager starts tackling the fake Santa to protect Buddy]
Buddy: He's not Santa Claus! He's not Santa!
Buddy: Santa.
Gimbel's Santa: Hey! Ho, ho, ho!
[the children cheer excitedly]
Buddy: Santa! It's me, Buddy! It's me!
Gimbel's Santa: Hey, buddy. How you doing?
[an elf places a child on his lap]
Buddy: Santa, it's me! [but his excitement and enthusiasm fades away as he grimaces at him] Who the heck are you?
Gimbel's Santa: What are you talking about? I'm Santa Claus.
Buddy: No, you're not.
Gimbel's Santa: Uh... Why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Buddy: Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year?
Gimbel's Santa: Um... Well, Happy Birthday, of course! Ho, ho, ho! So, uh, how old are you son?
Paul: Four.
Gimbel's Santa: You're a big boy. What's your name?
Paul: Paul.
Gimbel's Santa: And, uh, what can I get you for Christmas?
Buddy: [quietly] Paul, don't tell him what you want. He's a liar.
Gimbel's Santa: Hey! Let the kid talk.
Buddy: You disgust me! How can you live with yourself?
Gimbel's Santa: Just cool it, zippy!
Buddy: You sit on a throne of lies.
Gimbel's Santa: Look, I'm not kiddin'.
Buddy: You're a fake.
Gimbel's Santa: I'm a fake?
Buddy: Yes!
Gimbel's Santa: How'd you like to be dead?! Huh?
Paul: Fake?
Gimbel's Santa: Ha, ha! He's kidding.
Buddy: [sniffs] You stink.
Gimbel's Santa: [as the elf takes Paul off his lap after a picture] I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right.
Buddy: You smell like beef and cheese, you don`t smell like Santa.
Gimbel's Santa: OK.
[Buddy accidentally rips off the beard of Gimbel's Santa, and gasps. The kids scream in horror]
Buddy: HE'S AN IMPOSTER! HE'S NOT SANTA!
[they get into a fight]
Buddy: He's a fake! He's a fake! I saw!
Gimbel's Santa: Come here! Come here!
Buddy: He's a fake!
Gimbel's Santa: Where are you goin' now? Where are you goin' now?
[he smashes Buddy's designs; the manager starts tackling the fake Santa to protect Buddy]
Buddy: He's not Santa Claus! He's not Santa!
[Buddy sees Santa in the store]
Buddy : Santa.
Gimbel's Santa : Hey! Ho, ho, ho!
[the children cheer excitedly]
Buddy : Santa! It's me, Buddy! It's me!
Gimbel's Santa : Hey, buddy. How you doing?
[an elf places a child on his lap]
Buddy : Santa, it's me! [but his excitement and enthusiasm fades away as he grimaces at him] Who the heck are you?
Gimbel's Santa : What are you talking about? I'm Santa Claus.
Buddy : No, you're not.
Gimbel's Santa : Uh... Why of course I am! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
Buddy : Well, if you're Santa, what song did I sing for you on your birthday this year?
Gimbel's Santa : Um... Well, Happy Birthday , of course! Ho, ho, ho! So, uh, how old are you son?
Paul : Four.
Gimbel's Santa : You're a big boy. What's your name?
Paul : Paul.
Gimbel's Santa : And, uh, what can I get you for Christmas?
Buddy : [quietly] Paul, don't tell him what you want. He's a liar.
Gimbel's Santa : Hey! Let the kid talk.
Buddy : You disgust me! How can you live with yourself?
Gimbel's Santa : Just cool it, zippy!
Buddy : You sit on a throne of lies.
Gimbel's Santa : Look, I'm not kiddin'.
Buddy : You're a fake.
Gimbel's Santa : I'm a fake?
Buddy : Yes!
Gimbel's Santa : How'd you like to be dead?! Huh?
Paul : Fake?
Gimbel's Santa : Ha, ha! He's kidding.
Buddy : [sniffs] You stink.
Gimbel's Santa : [as the elf takes Paul off his lap after a picture] I think you're gonna have a good Christmas, all right.
Buddy : You smell like beef and cheese, you don`t smell like Santa.
Gimbel's Santa : OK.
[Buddy accidentally rips off the beard of Gimbel's Santa, and gasps. The kids scream in horror]
Buddy : HE'S AN IMPOSTER! HE'S NOT SANTA!
[they get into a fight]
Buddy : He's a fake! He's a fake! I saw!
Gimbel's Santa : Come here! Come here!
Buddy : He's a fake!
Gimbel's Santa : Where are you goin' now? Where are you goin' now?
[he smashes Buddy's designs; the manager starts tackling the fake Santa to protect Buddy]
Buddy : He's not Santa Claus! He's not Santa!
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