Glen Bledsoe:
Mrs. Berger, go back to your husband.
Glen Bledsoe:
Mrs. Thompson, go back to your husband.
Glen Bledsoe:
Mrs. Lee, we have to stop meeting like this.
Glen Bledsoe:
Maria, you must go back to Diego.
Glen Bledsoe:
Roxanna, you're making it harder to leave each Christmas Eve.
Glen Bledsoe:
Wait! You're not Santa!
Glen Bledsoe:
Mrs. Clark making the moves on Santa
Glen Bledsoe:
Bubbles, come dance for me at the North Pole
Glen Bledsoe:
Take me away from all this.
Glen Bledsoe:
Come let us open gifts in the Taj Mahal
Glen Bledsoe:
Nick, I think Carl suspects. He found a long white beard hair on my dress
Glen Bledsoe:
I just love the way your beard tickles my nose