Bash it with a brick, Arthur! Go on! It just won't... I may just be a wrapping operative,...

Grandsanta: [At the tractor dealership in Idaho, Arthur is trying to remove a golden reindeer from the 'Leaping Deer Autos' sign] Bash it with a brick, Arthur! Go on! Arthur: [Struggling to remove the reindeer on top of the roof] It just won't... Bryony: I may just be a wrapping operative, sir, but this contravenes seventeen specific mission regulations! Grandsanta: I'm in charge here, not Billy the Bureaucrat! Arthur: [Almost removing the reindeer] It's stuck! Grandsanta: [to Bryony] Elf! Wrap your head! Grandsanta: [to Arthur] Come on, lad, you're as much use as a cheese chopstick! Arthur: Got it! Oh NO! [Gasps as he realises that the sign is only one side of a reindeer] Grandsanta: Oh my big old Betty, it'll have to do. Pass it down! Bryony: [whimpering] Permission to breathe! I have about nine seconds left before I black out! Grandsanta: One breath. Bryony: [Seeing the lights in the tractor dealership owner's house switch on] Sir! Grandsanta: [to Bryony] I said one! [to Arthur] Grandsanta: Hurry up, Arthur! Arthur: But don't we need a whole one to balance the sleigh? Grandsanta: Oh, it won't balance the sleigh! If anything it'll slow us down. Arthur: So why are we taking it? Grandsanta: It's for Gwen! Eight beautiful reindeer! That's what she's dreaming of! The jingly bells, the sleigh on the roof. That's what the kids want, not some spaceship! Grandsanta: [to Bryony] What now? Bryony: [She whimpers through the wrapping and opens it] We have a waker, sir!