Arthur Christmas (2011) Poster

Imelda Staunton: Mrs Santa

Quotes 

  • Santa : Margaret. Hand me my 'Me' suit. All sorted. Steve's, uh, holding the fort while I deliver the present, yes, and find Arthur and Father.

    Mrs. Santa : [Hands Santa his red and white suit, he puts it on]  Well done, dear. Trelew's on course for 187.7 degrees from the geographic pole...

    [hands Santa his boots] 

    Mrs. Santa : ... but as it's the old sleigh, we should allow a drift margin of a thousand miles either side of the Greenwich meridian. I've got a sweater for Arthur, your father's pills, and some nice sweet tea.

    Santa : [Holding his boots and shrugs]  Hm.

  • Bryony : [Gwen has just received her present, Arthur is now Santa, and Bryony speaks over the public address system in Mission Control at the North Pole using a HOHO, which is visible on the big screen]  Drop complete.

    [the L.E.D. display above the mainframe in Mission Control switches to green and shows 0000000000] 

    Bryony : And we have a new Santa!

    [Arthur peeps out the window] 

    North Pole Computer : [All of the elves in Mission Control begin cheering]  Christmas accomplished.

    Mrs. Santa : [Back up on the S-1 learning that Arthur is now Santa, having successfully delivered Gwen's present]  Oh, Arthur.

    [Pulls levers in the S-1] 

    North Pole Computer : [the elves continue cheering over Arthur, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" plays over the music system in Mission Control]  Commence decking halls.

    Peter : You know, I've always liked Arthur. Do you think he likes espresso?

  • Santa : [Trying to operate the S-1 himself, denting it and jolting it violently, while flashing red lights flash all over the S-1's bridge]  I, um... 23 Mimosa Avenue, Trelew.

    Mrs. Santa : [Reading the manual]  Reading up. There's no harm in using a manual. Men.

    Santa : [Agitated, pressing buttons, levers, and knobs all over the bridge causing the S-1 to rock and sway violently]  Margaret, I order you to disembark. It's not safe. Unh!

    Mrs. Santa : [Trying to calm Santa]  Piffle. I did a microlight flying course on the internet. It can't be that different.

    Santa : [Steve appears at the doors to the bridge]  Oh! Steve.

    Steve : [Santa accidentally leans on a lever and the S-1 jolts more violently]  You've dented it! You take it out without asking?

    Mrs. Santa : [Stabilizes the S-1]  Malcolm, you told me he knew. You know how Steve feels about his S-1.

    Santa : [Presses more buttons and levers causing it to rock and sway even more violently]  It's MY S-1. S for "Santa". I'm flying to this child.

    Steve : Of course she's all that matters. Not me, your son. Not the two billion things I did right tonight. No!

    Santa : This is about the pool table, isn't it? I told you, you should've written to me.

    Steve : [shouting]  I was eight. You're my dad!

    Mrs. Santa : [shouting]  For goodness sake!

    Mrs. Santa : [Slams her cup down on the controls]  Arthur and Grandsanta are out there probably not wearing nearly enough layers and you two are bickering over a big red toy?

    Santa : I'm... I'm not bickering. If Steven could just stand back.

    [Activates the airbag] 

    Santa : Ooh!

    S-1 Computer : [Airbag inflates]  Air bag.

    Santa : You drive, Steven.

    Steve : Thank you.

    [Puts on his gloves and fires up the S-1] 

    Steve : So since gift delivery to child 47785BXK is all that seems to matter, I'll do it myself. Then we'll pick up Arthur and Grandsanta from whatever ditch they've ended up in.

    S-1 Computer : [Steve pulls the main lever on the S-1 to go at full throttle]  Maximum thrust.

  • Santa : [Santa, Mrs Santa, and Steve have arrived in Trelew, Mexico on the S-1]  Out with the old, in with the new.

    Mrs. Santa : [Holding Santa's Hand]  Well done, dear.

    Santa : [Back on the Bridge of the S-1 as Steve has gone to give Gwen what is believed to be another version of the bike]  Poor Arthur. He tried so hard. He's flunked again.

    Mrs. Santa : Of course he hasn't, dear. We're here. The little girl will get her present. I think he's done rather splendidly.

    Santa : [Exclaiming]  My Margaret.

    Steve : [Rings the doorbell, the door opens and a child that looks just like Gwen appears]  Good morning, Gwen. Ho, ho, et cetera. Apologies for the minor delay. I'm sure that even a child can understand that in a operation as complex as Christmas, there's always an insignificant margin of error, which is you. As a gesture, I've upgraded you to the...

    Steve : [Reveals the big purple hi-tech bicycle] 

    Steve : ...Glamorfast Ultra X-3, which retails at 9.99 more than your requested gift. Bigger ergo better. If you wouldn't mind just signing a legal waver?

    Pedro : [the child appears to be a boy]  No bien el señor! Soy Pedro!

    Steve : P-Pedro? A boy? A Spanish boy? This is an error. No hablo Espanol.

    Steve : [Snatches the bike off Pedro]  Now get off the bike.

    Steve : [Pedro and Steve start fighting, Pedro starts weeping and wailing in a tantrum, Mr. and Mrs. Santa back up on the S-1's bridge can see the commotion on the S-1's Steve-cam]  Will you get...? No, no, no. Please don't cry. No cry-o. No, uh, "sob-idad". Uh... .

  • Arthur : [Having Christmas dinner with the family around the dinner table at the North Pole's Residential Quarters]  What do you get if you eat Christmas decorations?... Tinselitis!

    [laughs hysterically] 

    Arthur : Isn't this the best bit of Christmas?

    Mrs. Santa : It certainly is, Arthur. The whole family together.

    Mrs. Santa : [to Santa]  How about a toast, Malcolm?

    Santa : Oh! Um... . Well, uh, here's to me doing an even better job next year.

    [Everybody cheers] 

    Arthur : But you're already perfect, Dad.

    Grandsanta : Hah! That turkey did more than him.

    [Starts laughing and looses his false teeth, which land in the gravy bowl] 

    Santa : You wouldn't understand, Father. I've rather moved things on since your day. Eh, Steve?

    Grandsanta : [Gets his false teeth back and continues eating his meal]  Forget Techno Tommy. He's texting on his calculator after another job.

    [laughs] 

    Steve : [Clearing out his inbox on his HOHO]  It's a Handheld Operational and Homing Organizer. The HOHO 3000. I'm enacting mission closure.

    Grandsanta : Whooooh! Whoopee-doo. Aren't you the fancy nancy? Don't matter what you come up with, son. You maybe be the next in line, but you'll never get to be Santa unless you knock him off.

    [Referring to Santa] 

    Arthur : Um, I've got you all a present After all the hard work, I wanted everyone to have some Christmas fun.

    Arthur : [Shows everyone the game "Christmas The Board Game"]  Ta-da!

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