What are you doing?
You called everyone and said you were having trouble finding a Santa costume,
so I borrowed one from a guy at work.
You're not gonna pay him.
He didn't do anything.
Didn't do anything?
I took a bus all the way from Hoboken.
I climbed, I don't know, like a billion stairs.
And it's not like I could take them 2 at a time.
I don't care. We're not paying you $300 for this.
Well, look, it's not my fault if you're too uptight to appreciate the male form in all its glory.
Oh, yeah, okay. I'm uptight.
Yeah, that's why I don't wanna watch a middle-aged guy dance around in what I can only assume is a child's Halloween costume.
I'm surprised you didn't put on a costume.
I was going to, sir, but then I decided, "Screw that jazz."
Well, I'm the only one who ever dresses up.
No one ever gets my costume.
And they make fun of me, so I'm done.
These people don't deserve my dress-up gifts.