(Shuddering) That’s not a skit, Max. That’s a horror movie.
Cool, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses (indoors). stsenka nomera dlia novogodnei elki u starsheklassnikov
(Pulling a fake beard out of his sack) Fine, I’ll do the traditional bit. (Deep voice) "HO HO HO! Have you been good students?" ANYA: Better. (Shuddering) That’s not a skit, Max
Exhausted, holding a coffee cup that is definitely empty. (Shuddering) That’s not a skit
Because "normal" is for the fifth graders. They still think the tree lights up by magic. We know it lights up because the school’s electrical wiring is from 1974 and it’s a fire hazard.
(Ignoring her) Picture this: The clock strikes twelve. Instead of a gift, a giant envelope falls from the sky. It’s the university entrance results.