Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale

& Brian Greene: Make sure everyone has one.
    — What are these?
    Greene: It’s the new safety instructions.
    — ... Wash behind the ears... This is funny shit!
    Greene: Watch your mouth! It’s Christmas time. So, let’s act like it.


& Rauno, Pietari’s Dad: You play hockey?
    Pietari: No. I’m playing life.


& Pietari: Daddy, I was a good boy?
    Rauno: All good boys already in bed.


& Piiparinen: Look at that. There's something about him, something odd. Am I right?
    Aimo: He’s a foreign.

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& Rauno: Do you know this guy? Looks like he knows you.
    Pietari: He knows all the children in the world.
    Rauno: Who is he? Answer me!
    Pietari: He’s been spying on us the whole time.
    Rauno: What do you mean? Speak up!
    Pietari: He’s... Santa Claus.


& Pietari: Pretend they’re reindeer!
    Piiparinen: Reindeer? Fuck yea! That’s what we’re going to do!


& Rauno: If you ever wondered, Aimo, how Santa manages to visit thousands of places simultaneously; this is how.
    Aimo: Magic of Christmas, motherfucker!


& Aimo: A peaceful Christmas to all. And a fucking banging New Year.


& Piiparinen: Feast your eyes on that, bastards!
    Pietari: What happened?
    Piiparinen: Congratulations, Pietari! You just made all the elves unemployed.


& Pietari: One hundred and ninety eight Santa Clauses.
    Aimo: Do the math Juuso, how much will it cost?
    Juuso: How much for one?
    Rauno: 85,000.
    Juuso: About 16,800,000, something like that.
    Aimo: Plus VAT, twenty two percent.


On Imdb.


__ No baybees movie. Harsh Finnish horror. Good-bye Santa, good-bye Christmas. Never again you'll not be the same as before. And Elfs... Brrrr, pure eeriness. Pratchett just was 100% right. And it turns out that the Finns are not only Nokia can do. They're also have good earning on the Santas ('rare') export.