Deck The Halls

Will:I get it. His hooves are full. He don't have no hands, I get it.

Will:Hey, G, I did not see that coming. This is dope, right, Ash?

Vivian:the new children on the block

Will:Really? What a gyp.

Will:Wait a minute, there is no Milli Vanilli... but there definitely is a Santa Claus.

Will:How do you spell 'Vanessa Williams'?

Ashley:Really? I think it's very autodidactic.

Ashley:I know the meaning of 'undulate.'

Will:Give you $1 if you shave your head.

Will:Imitating Jerry Lewis?

Geoffrey:What the bloody hell kind of song is that?

Will:A little kid sees his mom tongue-wrestling with Santa Claus?

Will:You dress up like the Easter Bunny. That makes me sick.

Will:Who's coming down the chimney, Barbra Streisand?

Jonathan:You've been to my parents' parties?

Hilary:should I send the box of pears or the meat thermometer to Steve Guttenberg?

Will:You don't know nobody.

Hilary:You remind me so much of Judd Nelson.

Philip:The correct answer is Heather, formerly the muffin-cart girl.

Philip:Let's put it this way, Vivian. You're the only repeat.

Will:Then at the end of the evening, the traditional police sirens.

Vivian:President Reagan's Secret Service agents dressed up as Santa and warned everyone to keep their distance.

Will:there's no winos making snow angels on the front lawn.

Will:That little disk?

Will:Do they open your presents and wear your sweaters, too?

Vivian:I hope they bring their Barbie dolls.

Ashley:Will, were you vociferating for me?

Will:I got to get back to you on that.

Shop Worker:They're beyond outstanding, they're deeply beyond.

Shop Worker:I feel it's a very vibrant tree, and I feel it's a very important tree.

Shop Worker:because the '90s are going to be all about restraint.

Shop Worker:with these little arrogant touches of celadon and periwinkle.

Shop Worker:It's been done.

Will:It's going to be about arrogant little elves and rambunctious reindeer... and little men in red suits. I think it will be deeply, deeply dope.

Ashley:Ashley wearing Will's backwards cap while surrounded by tacky Christmas decorations

Will:So me and Ashley went down to the Pick 'n' Grab.

Philip:The blinking Frosty the Snowman is riling your attack dogs.

Will:Brother, you got a problem with my lights?

Will:Ain't no thing but a chicken wing.

Geoffrey:They are threatening to burn Frosty in effigy.

Geoffrey:Still, I think it's best we avoid eye contact for the rest of the evening.

Carlton:There's only one way to do that. I think we should write a few checks.

Neighbor:I'm afraid potential buyers aren't too crazy about the Kmart look.

Neighbor:Are they very angry with you over something?

Neighbor:This reminds me of the summer my daughter Amanda turned 15... and tried to burn our house down.

Will:I can tell by the sound of this guy's voice on the phone, I could take him in a minute.

Geoffrey:Mr. Evander Holyfield. The undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World.

Will:Will's physical reaction to seeing Evander Holyfield

Holyfield · Will:You're the chump I talked to on the telephone. Phone? I ain't talked to you on no phone.

Hilary:I'm not speaking to Bruce. I'll tell you about it later.

Holyfield:Frankly, I saw the lights and I thought they were... a little tacky.

Mark:usually this neighborhood is a complete dud.

Will:Fight the power, Ashley.

Ashley:it makes me feel very ebullient.

Will:Yeah, me, too.

Ronald Reagan:Thanks for the pretzels.

Ronald Reagan:because Nancy won't let me do anything fun to our house.

Snobbish Neighbor:I was just saying they were absolutely magnificent, Mr. President.

Will:You know the one where it's all snowy... and the little jolly Santa is riding on a Norelco shaver?

Will:with the horses with the furry feet are pulling the sleigh through the snow.

Will:He's on the shaver!