Not for you! Finish the job, or you're fired!

Head Elf:

Hermey! Aren't you finished painting that yet? There's a pile-up a mile wide behind you! What's eatin' ya, boy? Hermey:
Not happy with my work, I guess. Head Elf:
What? Hermey:
[sadly]
I just don't like to make toys. Head Elf:
Oh, well, if that's all... What? You don't like to make toys? Hermey:
[sadly again]
Nnno. Head Elf:
[to the other elves]
Hermey doesn't like to make toys! Elves:
[whispering to each other, then chorusing to Hermey in unison]
Hermey doesn't like to make toys. Shame on him! Head Elf:
Do you mind telling me what you do want to do? Hermey:
Well, sir, someday, I'd like to be a... a dentist. Head Elf:
A - dentist? Hermey:
Well, we need one up here. I've been studying. It's fascinating; you've no idea. Molars and bicuspids and incisors... Head Elf:
[interuppts]
Now listen, you: you're an elf, and elves make toys. [shoving the dentistry book away and shoving the cart that Hermey was painting back to him] Head Elf:
Now, get to work! [whistle blows] Head Elf:
[to the other elves]
Ten minute break! [Hermey smiles eagerly and starts to leave, but the head elf jumps him] Head Elf:
Not for you! Finish the job, or you're fired!