- Santa: King Julien, you are officially off the naughty list.
- King Julien: What? No! You can't take me off the naughty list! I *am* the naughty list! What's the naughty list?
- Marty: Candied yams from Sylvia's. That's what I want for Christmas.
- Gloria: And I can't wait to get back to my hippo pool and that sweet smell of chlorine.
- Melman: And I can't wait to see Dr. Maneesh, greatest chiropractor ever.
- Alex: As for me, I just want to see snow fall down on my beautiful city. New York, here we come!
- Skipper: Shake it off, Private! That north polar might look like a tall drink of water but she'll spit you out like a cup of bad eggnog!
- Skipper: It's a cold war that dates back centuries. You see, Santa used to be based in the South Pole.
- Lead Reindeer: This again? Santa chose North Pole, fair and square.
- Kowalski: Oh, please. They bribed him with candy canes and cheap elf labor.
- Lead Reindeer: That's it! Let's go!
- Skipper: On my command, kick him in the bells.
- King Julien: Making her happy makes me feel happy. It gives me a warm, tingly feeling inside. Like pinworms!
- Gloria: Wait a minute. These presents are for us!
- Alex: What?
- Marty: Candied yams from Sylvia's! And they're still warm! They're still warm!
- Gloria: An inflatable hippo pool with chlorine!
- [sniffs chlorine]
- Gloria: Ahh, that's the stuff.
- Melman: Doctor Maneesh's neck massager!
- Gloria: What did you get, Alex?
- Alex: [Holds a snow globe of New York City] Snow falling down on my beautiful city. How did Santa know?
- Marty: That's why he's Santa. He's the best.
- Skipper: The only thing magical about those north polers is that tank full of sparkly stuff. Now, go find Big Red, and we'll get this baby airborne.