Typical comedy movie (not even that funny) with a happy ending. I would say waste of time. On the DVD cover it says “Bad Santa meets Napoleon Dynamite”. Bullshit!! Hurr!! Doesn’t even come close. This one is nothing compared to those twos. BAD SANTA rocks.
From BAD SANTA :
Situation: Willie has just passed out
Gin: Look here, get himy outta here and I’ll go smooth things over with Chipeska, Tell him it was food poisoning or something.
Marcus: What do you mean, get him outta here?
Gin: Take him to the car.
Marcus: In case you didn’t notice I’m a motherfucking dwarf, so unless you got a forklift handy, maybe you should lend a hand hmm?
Gin: That figures. You want all kind of set-asides. Special treatment ’cause you’re handicapped. You’re all the same.
Marcus: Special treatment? I’m 3-foot-fucking-tall you asshole! It’s a matter of physics. Draw me a sketch of how I get him to the car, huh?
Gin: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!
Marcus: Sketch it up, you fucking moron. Fucking Leonardo da Vinci.
Gin: What’d you call me thigh-high?
Marcus: I called you a fucking guinea homo from the 15th-fucking-century, you dickhead!
Gin: I could stick you up my ass, small fry.
Marcus: Yeah? You sure it ain’t too sore from last night?
Gin: You got some lip on you midget.
Marcus: yeah? Well these lips were on your wife’s pussy last night. Why don’t you dust that thing off once in a while? Asshole!