Al als Weihnachtsmann ist ja mal ein starkes Stück
Und am Ende haben die Bundys doch noch Glück und können nach Herzenslust shoppen gehen #mh#
Peggy: Al, get rid of those kids.
Al: If I knew how to do that we wouldn’t have ours.
(Al opens the door and announces to the kids)
Al: Okay everybody, boys and girls, and you Tony. Santa’s okay. Now he just had a little bit of Mrs. Bundy’s cooking and he’s in the bathroom bent over, but he’s going to be fine, so go home.
Reporter: Uh-oh!
Al: What? Did the Easter Bunny hang himself in our front yard?
Kelly: So dad, can we go to that new Lakeside Mall?
Al: No and i’ll tell you why: That mall is killing your father.
Bud: Oh, I thought mom was doing that.
Al: Your mom’s the one who makes the pies for everyone in the neighborhood except but nice Bundys, isn’t she. Okay, Santa will leave you a pony under your tree. But if it isn’t there in the morning, that means your mommy chased it away and killed it.
Steve: You ghouls! Don’t you understand there’s a splattered Santa all over your yard?