Harry Anderson: Judge Harry T. Stone

Let It Snow

Judge Harry T. Stone

Dan Fielding: [Talking in code, as to not to desillusion the young child about Santa] Well, during his lunch break, at the department store, Santa Claus here had the urge to...
[looking at the defendant]
Dan Fielding: um, put something in her stocking.
Christine Sullivan: [Going along with the story] He employed my client
[Looking toward Mandy]
Christine Sullivan: to be
[then looking down at little Eric and back at Harry]
Christine Sullivan: Santa's Helper.
Judge Harry T. Stone: Right,
[With an Ah-ha look]
Judge Harry T. Stone: So this fellow
[Looking at Lorenzo]
Judge Harry T. Stone: is...
Lorenzo Amador: [With a grin] I'm the elf that handles the money.
Dan Fielding: Anyway, after the
[looking down at Eric]
Dan Fielding: umm... ?
Judge Harry T. Stone: Gift Exchange?
Dan Fielding: Okay
[taking the word]
Dan Fielding: Santa Forgot to... leave anything under her tree.
[Harry nods with an Oh of understanding grin]
Dan Fielding: So later the dynamic duo confronted Santa at his workshop.
Mrs. Stapleton: My boy heard Santa use the most vile gutteral words imaginable.

Judge Harry T. Stone: Why is it so cold?
Art Fensterman: Well Sir, on earth's trip around the sun, the northern hemisphere
[Harry Stands up and puts a computer mouse in Art's mouth, shutting him up]
Art Fensterman: Art! What I'm asking is, is it possible to take the chill off the air in here?
[Then he removes the mouse from Art's mouth]
Art Fensterman: [Unfazed] Well, I suppose I could go bang Bertha.
Judge Harry T. Stone: [With a puzzled look] Excuse me.
Art Fensterman: Bertha, the furnance. You bang her in just the right spot and she puts out some pretty good heat.
Judge Harry T. Stone: [With a mischievous smile] Okay, Art... but be gentle with her, uh?
Art Fensterman: [Smiling back with understanding at the joke, he nods] A tap and a rap it is Sir.

Christine Sullivan: Wait! We're stuck in here for god-knows-how-long, and even though it's 150° in here right now, we stand a good chance of losing our precious body parts to frostbite?
Judge Harry T. Stone: [picks up suggestive-looking gavel cozy] Not me!
[Leaves courtroom]

Santa: All right, now if this works, this whole train track becomes a giant heating element.
Judge Harry T. Stone: Where did you learn all this fancy wiring stuff?
Santa: Blowing safes.
[tries the switch several times]
Santa: Damn it!
Judge Harry T. Stone: What's wrong?
Santa: Ah, the whole system shorted out.
Judge Harry T. Stone: What do we do?
Santa: I need a good conductor. Anybody here got a piece of gold?
[All eyes turn to Lorenzo]
Lorenzo Amador: Ah, no, no, no, no way!