Jack Skellington: Forgive me, Mr. Claus. I’m afraid I’ve made a terrible mess of your holiday.
Santa: Bumpy sleigh-ride… Jack. Next time you get the urge to take over someone else’s holiday, I’d listen to her. She’s the only one who makes any sense around this insane asylum! Skeletons, boogie men…
Jack Skellington: I hope there’s still time.
Santa: To fix Christmas? Of course there is! I’m Santa Claus!