Jingle All the Way (1996)
Martin Mull: D.J.
DJ : [as Howard tries to break into the radio station; he calls the cops] Yeah, I've got a mad man in my studio and...
[Howard breaks the glass door and charges inside]
DJ : HELP ME!
Howard Langston : Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen!
DJ : What?
Howard Langston : See, I couldn't get through on the phone. Did I win?
[Howard hugs the DJ]
DJ : Oh no, it's not that simple!
DJ : No! Wait, wait!
[Myron comes into the radio room]
Howard Langston : You're too late! I already got the the right answer! I won! Ha ha! Yeah!
Myron Larabee : I don't need the right answer to win! I got this!
[Myron pulls out a package]
Howard Langston : Now what's that?
Myron Larabee : This, Mr. Track Star, is a homemade explosive device!
Howard Langston : A bomb?
Myron Larabee : Yes, in layman's terms, a bomb! So back up!
Howard Langston : You built a bomb?
Myron Larabee : No, I didn't build a bomb! Don't you read the news? Hundreds of these things come through the mail every day! I just kept one in case I ever needed it! So give me the doll, or I'll blow up everybody in this place!
Howard Langston : Are you out of your mind? Put this thing away!
Caller : [the objective is to correctly name all eight of Santa's reindeer to eventually win a Turbo Man doll] Um, Randy, Jermaine, uh, Tito...
DJ : Nope, not even close. Sorry. But perhaps this song will put us all in the mood to get this thing right.
DJ : Excuse me, gentlemen, are you two under the impression that I have a Turbo Man doll here in the studio?
Howard Langston : Yes.
Myron Larabee : That's what you said on the radio.
DJ : Oh, no.
Myron Larabee : Yes it is.
DJ : No, no, no! What I actually said was whoever *won* would *get* a doll E-VENTUALLY. See...
DJ : What we have here... is a gift certificate.
DJ : Right.
Myron Larabee : Did you call me buddy?
Howard Langston : Yeah.
Myron Larabee : [shouting] I am not your buddy! I tried to be your team mate, I wanted to be your friend, but noooooooooo, you had other other plans for Myron Larabee!
Howard Langston : No, I had no plans.
Myron Larabee : You were no different than the rest of those civilians, those common, letter writers who make fun of my knee socks and my safari hat in the summer!
[the DJ is chortling muffledly]
Myron Larabee : Are you laughing at me?
DJ : Huh? Oh, no! Lord no! Not at all!
Myron Larabee : Mr. Ponytail Man, I know you, I know your kind. You're the kind that puts the trash can in front of the mailbox so I have to get out of my jeep, don't you?
DJ : No, not true! I recycle!
Howard Langston : Shut up!
Myron Larabee : That's right, shut up!