- Narrator: The way I see it, you can divide the world up into two kinds of people, those who like fruitcake, and the rest of us.
- Cousin Mel: All you have to do is sign.
- Grandpa Spankenheimer: Sing?
- Cousin Mel: No, sign.
- Grandpa Spankenheimer: Fine.
- Cousin Mel: So sign.
- Grandpa Spankenheimer: I'd rather sing.
- Jake Spankenheimer: Who are you?
- I.M. Slime: Cousin Mel's attorney, I.M. Slime.
- Jake Spankenheimer: You said it, not me.
- Grandma Spankenheimer: [about the inflatable tree] Where's the jabbing yourself with pine needles? Hanging ornaments? The old fashioned smell of a genuine Douglass Fur?
- Grandpa Spankenheimer: If you want old fashioned smells, I'll get my fishing boots.
- Jake Spankenheimer: [seeing the family's new inflatable Christmas tree] But our family always goes out and gets a real tree.
- Daphne Spankenheimer: Don't you want to save the forest? Nobody gets a tree anymore, it's not cool.
- Cousin Mel: In case you haven't noticed, Frank, your son suffers a dreaded affliction.
- Frank Spankenheimer: What affliction?
- Cousin Mel: The Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome. He shows all the signs. Making lists to Santa, checking them twice, good behavior, falling asleep before midnight, I figure he gets it from his grandmother.
- Jake Spankenheimer: You saw it, didn't you, Grandpa?
- Grandpa Spankenheimer: I'm sorry, did you say something? I was too busy watching Grandma get hit by Santa's sleigh. What a sight, sleigh comes out of nowhere, Grandma takes a header into the snowbank, sleigh vanishes, like the Ghost of Christmas Past.
- Cousin Mel: And that's what's known as an advanced case of Santa-Claus-is-real syndrome.
- Frank Spankenheimer: Here it is, the last of Grandma's fruitcakes.
- Jake's Mother: Is it still good? Did she use preservatives?
- Frank Spankenheimer: Preservatives? It's a fruitcake.
- [bounces the fruitcake]