Rudolph: What do you want?
Clarice: You - You promised to walk me home.
Rudolph: Aren't you going to laugh at my nose, too?
Clarice: I think it's a handsome nose. Much better than that silly false one you were wearing.
Rudolph: It's terrible... and it's different from everybody else's.
Clarice: But that's what makes it so grand. Why, any doe would consider herself lucky to be with you.
Rudolph: Yeah? But I wasn't very lucky today, was I?
Rudolph: Goodbye, Cornelius. I hope you find lots of tinsel. Goodbye, Hermey. Whatever a dentist is, I hope someday you will be the greatest.
Santa Claus: From what I see now, that will cut through the murkiest storm they can dish up. What I'm trying to say is, Rudolph, with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Rudolph: It would be an honor, sir.
Sam the Snowman: Well, for the first year, the Donners did a pretty fair job of hiding Rudolph's uh... nonconformity. Donner taught Rudolph all the ins and outs of being a reindeer: how to get food, how to fight off enemies, things like that. But most important... most important of all, he taught his son to beware of the Abominable Snow Monster of the North. He's mean. He's nasty. And he hates everything to do with Christmas.
Yukon Cornelius: Whoa. Whoaaaaaaaaaaa! Unmush, will ya?
Sam the Snowman: Now aside from the Abominable. Business goes on as usual. And soon, it is right before Christmas. And everybody's getting ready for that big, big sleigh ride on the night of the 24th, Christmas Eve. See, all the toys Santa brings are made by these elves. These elves have that certain knack for toy making, all except for this... this one misfit.
Sam the Snowman: Well, as good as everyone feels, this is no time for celebrating, because the next day is Christmas Eve, the biggest day of the year.
Mrs. Claus: Eat, Papa, eat.
Santa Claus: How can I eat? That silly elf song is driving me crazy.
Mrs. Claus: You're going to disappoint the children. They expect a fat Santa.
Mrs. Donner: Well, we'll simply have to overlook it.
Donner: How can you overlook that? His beak blinks like a blinking beacon.
Charlie-In-The-Box: I am the official sentry of the Island of Misfit Toys.
Hermey: A jack-in-the-box for a sentry?
Charlie-In-The-Box: Yes. My name is.
Rudolph: Don't tell me: Jack.
Charlie-In-The-Box: No, Charlie. That's why I'm a misfit toy. My name is all wrong. No child wants to play with a Charlie-In-The-Box, so I had to come here.
Hermey: Where's "here"?
Rudolph: Hey, we're all misfits, too. Maybe we could stay here for a while.
Charlie-In-The-Box: Well, you'll have to get permission from King Moonracer.
Rudolph: Who's he?
Charlie-In-The-Box: He rules here. Every night, he searches the entire earth. When he finds a misfit toy, one that no little girl or boy loves, he brings it here to live on his island till someone wants it. He's holding court in his castle right now.
Mrs. Claus: Papa, you haven't touched a morsel. I'll have to take this suit in. Eat.
Santa Claus: I'm busy, Mama. It's almost Christmas.
Mrs. Claus: Whoever heard of a skinny Santa? Eat. Eat.
Mrs. Donner: He's - He's got a shiny nose.
Donner: Sh-sh-sh-shiny? I'd even say it glows.