"What are you doing?"
"I'm making an origami. Don't peek."
"Me, peek? Would I do that?"
"Ah, let me think. Yes, I believe you would, Sara, I mean after I caught you snooping around the presents this morning I wouldn't put anything passed you. And don't pout or Santa won't bring you anything good this year."
"Santa, huh, is that what you're calling yourself these days, Scofield? And for your information I wasn't snooping around. I thought I smelled smoke."
"Smoke?"
"Yes, smoke. Trees, lights...it's not exactly the safest thing in the world to pile paper around dry wood and wrap lights around it you know. I was just making sure we weren't on fire."
"Uh, huh...You're not peeking are you? Remember, he's making his list, he's checking it twice…"
"I'm not peeking… but what if I was, does that mean I'm being naughty? And if so, what does 'Santa' do with naughty girls like me? Why did you stop folding, is it finished? Can I see it now? (Giggles) Is that a hat? You really should stick to roses and cranes."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yep, it looks more like a traffic cone…Michael, what are you doing? Put me down! I swear if you drop me…(more giggles) Michael!"
"I thought you wanted to know what 'Santa' does with girls who are being naughty."
(More giggles) "Ohh Santa, being naughty is nice!"
"Ho, ho, ho..."
(More giggles)