[to Jovie] I think you're really beautiful and I feel really warm when I'm around you and my tongue swells up. So... do you wanna eat food?
Leon the Snowman: By the way don't eat the yellow snow.
Buddy: Oh, I know that.
Leon the Snowman: Why the long face, Buddy?
Buddy: It seems I'm not an elf.
Leon the Snowman: Of course you're not an elf. You're six-foot-three and had a beard since you were 15.
Walter: You get the hell out of here.
Buddy: Where do you want me to go?
Walter: I don't care where you go. I don't care that you're an elf! I don't care that you're nuts! I don't care that you're my son! Get out of my life! Now!
Walter: What do you want? Some money?
Buddy: No! I just wanted to meet you and thought maybe you might want to meet me.
Walter: Who wouldn't wanna meet you?
I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins.
First we'll make snow angels for a two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle.
I passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane forest, through the sea of swirly twirly gum drops, and then I walked through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I thought maybe we could make ginger bread houses, and eat cookie dough, and go ice skating, and maybe even hold hands.
It's just nice to meet another human that shares my affinity for elf culture.
Jovie: How come you were in the women's locker room this morning?
Buddy: I heard you singing.
Jovie: Are you sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was naked in the shower?
Buddy: I didn't know you were naked.
[pushing elevator buttons] It looks like a Christmas tree!