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Bryony: No one gets an unwrapped present on my watch!
Steve: Operation Santa Claus is coming to town!
Bryony: She runs away! Alchoholic by the age of nine! DEAD before she's even... [Grandsanta blocks her mouth to prevent her from going any further]
Grandsanta: I'll never forget the look on your dads face. Couldnt look me in the eye. 'Dad' he says. 'Steve thinks it's best if you don't fly anymore. Were scrapping the old slay'.
Arthur: Dad would rather die than spoil it for him.
Elf: Straighten that teddy bear soldier.
North Pole Computer: Are you sure you want to delete Christmas?
Bryony: Mission complete! And we have a new Santa!
Elf: Grandsanta and Arthur can be the hero's of the night.
Grandsanta: This is just like the last time!
Arthur: What last time?
Grandsanta: The last time I took Eve out on a spin. I didn't know it was the Cuban missile crisis. I nearly started world war 3!
Steve: Arthur! Do you want to wake up the whole north pole?
Arthur: Good idea. A CHILD'S BEEN MISSED!
Bryony: He loves those slippers more than you do.
Steve: Pedro? A boy!
Elf: Your gonna be fine soldier.
Santa: Is that bird doo on your shoulder, Steven?
Bryony: And I said to myself Bryony, the wrapping looks fine. Thank goodness.
Steve: Hello Gwen ho ho ho etc.
Elf: I lost everything in that flood.
Lead Elf: Holly injury!
Grandsanta: I always knew she would be needed one last time.
Grandsanta: I stuck that their for your father when he was a boy.
Arthur: Dad sat here!
Grandsanta: Oh look a beautiful young reindeer. Well then who am I?
Grandsanta: Get off you bag of fleas!
Peter: I always liked Arthur. I wonder if he likes espresso?
Steve: Advise drop time to 0.3 seconds. And I would an espresso.
Peter: Yes sir.
Steve: Peter. Please let go of my hand.
Peter: Yes sir. Sorry sir.
Grandsanta: Go ahead festive Freddy. Sling your rock. Go on. I want my bed.
Arthur: It doesn't matter how she got the bike. Gwen would have never seen that.
Bryony: Technically it's known as Africa.
Elf: Your gonna make it soldier.
Mrs. Santa: Sing 'silent night' backwards.
Santa: Who would know that?
Arthur: [sings silent night backwards]
Mrs. Santa: Malcolm. What's this about Arthur?
Grandsanta: A cheat!
Santa: Here's to me. To an even better job next year!
Arthur: Your already perfect dad.
Grandsanta: Ha! That turkey did more than him.
Santa: And I can't wait for year 71!
Grandsanta: Take the elf!
Arthur: Grandsanta!
Grandsanta: For the love of Lu-Lu.
Arthur: Isn't this just the best bit of Christmas!
Arthur: What do you get when you eat christmas decorations....Tinselitis!
Grandsanta: That turkey did more than him.
Gwen: Does your bag need to get bigger due to expanding population?
Grandsanta: In Santa we believe!
Arthur: As long as the gift is there. Then Santa came!
Santa: How about you be the candle Steve. All those bright ideas.
Steve: Fine I'm the candle. Arthur you can be the turkey. You of course dad are Santa. [eye twitches] And Grandsanta you can be this charming relic.
Grandsanta: Relic? Relic! I did a whole Christmas in one of these! And I bet you I can do it again.
Steve: In a pile of sticks.
Grandsanta: Let me at him! Let me at him!
Santa: Well I'm actually Santa so I think I should be Santa.
Steve: Yes well your the non-executive figure-head.
Grandsanta: He's a fattie with a beard who fits the suit.
Grandsanta: I'm Santa! Give me that!
Steve: I'm Santa! This is ridiculous. You just took the piece out of my hand.
Grandsanta: You. Up there. With this?
Grandsanta: I always liked Toronto. No one lives here. It's nice and quite.
Grandsanta: They won't kill me! I'm Santa.
Grandsanta: I'm too young to die! Do something Arthur! Arthur!
Bryony: I can wrap anything with three slaps of sticky tap! Three!
Grandsanta: Good. Wrap yourself a parachute! [throws Bryony off the sled]
Arthur: Grandsanta!
Grandsanta: My camera!
Arthur: Do believe in Santa. He is real.
Mrs. Santa: Arthur and Grandsanta are out there. Probably not wearing nearly enough layers and you two are fighting over a big red toy!
Grandsanta: Whoopee doo.
Idaho Man: It had a pointy little head!
Elf: They should put him somewhere safe.
Elf: Like the south pole.
Grandsanta: You naughty children. Here have a Bon-Bon. [hands Steve a rotting apple]
Grandsanta: He's a postman in a spaceship.
Grandsanta: I can't eat that. It gets in me teeth.
Grandsanta: So what if the little nipper sees him. A wack on the head with a sock full of sand and a dab of whiskey on the lips and they dont remember a thing.
Arthur: No child left behind!
Mrs. Santa: Maybe you should retire.
Santa: Sitting with Grandsanta all day. Watching Steve on TV. Who would I be?
Mrs. Santa: You'd be my Malcom, dear.
Mrs. Santa: Men...
Santa: This is about that pool table isn't it. I told you, you should have written to me!
Steve: I was 8! Your my dad!
Bryony: How do you thinks he's...
Grandsanta: Fine. Fine.
Arthur: AHHHH!
Bryony: So why didn't they scrap the old slay?
Grandsanta: I threatened the elfs. Told them I'd feed them to the polar bears.
Bryony: Oh.
Gwen: A squirrel!
Grandsanta: Elf. You wouldn't mind telling his parents about this.
Bryony: Permission to breath sir.
Grandsanta: Fine. One breathe.
Bryony: What do you want me to wrap?
Grandsanta: Wrap your head!
Bryony: Yes sir.
Bryony: Three pieces of sticky tape. Three!
Steve: Who cares about one single child?
Arthur: Merry Christmas... And a happy new year!
Santa: I'm not just a fattie with a suit, am I?
Grandsanta: They once said it was impossible to teach women to read.
Bryony: Arthur! That is not a toy! Well I mean it is, but you know what I mean. Arthur!
Elf: We've got a waker!
Grandsanta: Arthur, there is a way.
Arthur: It's impossible.
Grandsanta: They used to say it was impossible to teach women to read.
Grandsanta: At least have the decency to finish us off with a rock.
Grandsanta: Every child that year got a sausage nailed to a piece of bark!
North Pole Computer: Converting Milk and Cookies to biofuel.
Grandsanta: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Bambi, Dave, you with the white ear, you and you.
Grandsanta: What happened to going down the chimney?
Arthur: What is happening?!
Bryony: There's always time for a bow.
Arthur: [yelling] A child's been missed!
Arthur: I just want it to be perfect for every kid!