Oh dear, Mr. Baldrick. It looks as though we're in for a bit of a thin Christmas. –Don't you worry, Mr. B. I'm hanging my sock up so Santa'll come down the chimney. –Mr. Baldrick, I guarantee that if there's one thing liable to stop Santa coming down the chimney it's your sock waiting for him at the end of it.
Oh, your sweetheart sent you a card for Christmas, did she? –Yeah, at Christmas she would. –What'd she say that was sweet? –Sweet? –Yeah. I heard you say 'sweet' while you was reading it there. What'd she say? –Oh, she said, uh, (ahem) she said 'Merry Christmas.' –Yeah? What else'd she say that was sweet? –(ahem) 'Merry Christmas, Barney.' –Oh, come on, Barney. You can tell me what she said. What'd she say to you that was so sweet? –'Merry Christmas... Barney-Parney-Pooh'! Pooh! I don't want to open any more cards.