Nog-Man: Milk?! Loser. Who wants nog?! [grabs two cartons of nog off his utility belt and sprays them on Mrs. Claus]
Mrs. Claus: Oh it is on. [tackles Nog-Man]
Mrs. Turner: An entire year of cookies and nog for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Ahhh! I'm sick of cookies! [slams the table] I'm sick of radio contests! [takes a radio and throws it, then jumps out the door and laughs crazily while grabbing a reindeer and riding off]
Timmy: Well, there goes my mom with Santa's only ride to the North Pole.
Narrator: [on TV] And what happened then? Well, in Whatville, they say. The Grump's little heart grew big Wishmas day.
Timmy: I wanna celebrate Christmas, not Wishmas!
Santa: Well, Timmy. Seems like this year you're the only one.
Timmy: Oh yeah, what about this?! [whips out a letter]
[Santa puts on some glasses as a girlish voice reads the letter: "Dear Santa, I believe in you. I can't imagine Christmas without you. You're the greatest most jolliest Christmas hero ever" Then Santa lowers the letter to reveal that it was Timmy who was reading it]
Wanda: Any last wish before Jorgen gets here?
Timmy: Yes. I wish I had a big butterfly net and a remote controlled trapdoor.
[Wanda poofs them up. Then Timmy uses the butterfly net to trap Cosmo and Wanda]
Cosmo: Wow, didn't see that coming.
Santa: Let's turn this Wishmas tears into Christmas cheers!
Elf: But Santa, it's impossible. The reindeer took off, we sold the sled to buy cookie mix and we ain't got no Fairy World magic
Santa: Nothing's impossible if you believe!
Nog-Man: I believe, Santa! You can use my Nogmobile to deliver toys.
Santa: Can it fly?
Nog-Man: Er...Not in the sky, no.
Mrs. Turner: I believe too! I have returned so that the reindeer may pull Santa's Nog-Mobile and so he can take Mrs. Claus and her cookies far away!
Timmy: This year we need to figure out what we can give!
A.J.: Right! Because Christmas isn't a coupon that comes in a mailbox.
Computer: [monotone] It's a feeling that comes in your heart.
A.J.: Still creepy.
Cosmo: And what happened then? Well, in Dimmsdale they say. That the kids gave the entire toy mountain away!
Mrs. Turner: Hmmm, you know, Nog-Man. You look a lot like my husband. Is it possible you're-
Nog-Man: Nog fog! [He sprays Nog fog on Mrs. Turner and she faints] She must never know.
Cosmo: [reading from the book] So next time you're blue on the day after Christmas.
Santa: Give something away and have your own Merry Wishmas!
Timmy: Wait a minute, you wrote the book and put it under my tree didn't you? But how could you possibly know all this was gonna happen and that I'd learn a lesson?