Psych: The Movie

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Come, they told me

Pa-rum pum pum pum

Our newborn King to see

Pa-rum pum pum pum

Our finest gifts to bring

Pa-rum pum pum pum

- Buying or selling?

- Browsing.

Window shopping, if I'm

being completely honest.

I just started my Christmas

shopping today, okay?

Every year, I tell myself,

start in July,

do a little bit each month...

you'll be so happy when

the Yuletide rolls in.

And I know what

you're thinking:

tell us something about

the person you're shopping for.

Do they have hobbies,

interests,

fetishes...

allergies.

Well, here's the thing.

I am not entirely sure

I want the gift

to be stolen per se.

No offense.

See what I did there,

half-crackin'?

I said "fence"

'cause you're

the premiere fence

on the West Coast.

El Proveedor.

Provedor?

May I call you...

Glenn?

Who the hell wears a beard

over a beard?

- Who wears a beard-beard?

Overachievers.

That's who, Jack.

Hook-beak!

Double hook-beak.

Finger.

- Hey, whoa, no.

Easy, easy.

Down, down. Put it down.

Everyone. You. Put it down.

Merry Christmas, I don't

want to fight tonight

Merry Christmas, I

don't want to fight tonight

With you

Where is Santa

at his sleigh?

Tell me, why is it

always this way?

Where is Rudolph?

Where is Blitzen?

Baby, Merry Christmas

Merry, merry,

merry Christmas

All the children

are tucked in their beds

Sugar-plum fairies

dancing in their heads

I love you

and you love me

- Oh, come on, let's go.

The way

it's got to be

I loved you

from the start

'Cause Christmas

ain't the time

For breaking each other's

hearts

Where is Santa

at his sleigh?

Tell me, why is it

always this way?

Where is Rudolph?

Where is Blitzen?

Baby, Merry Christmas

Merry, merry,

merry Christmas

All the children are

tucked in their beds

Sugar-plum fairies

dancing in their heads

Snowball fighting,

it's so exciting, baby

- Yeah, yeah, yeah

I love you,

and you love me

And that's the way

it's got to be

I loved you

from the start

'Cause Christmas ain't

the time for breaking

Each other's hearts

Merry Christmas,

I don't want to fight

Tonight with you

Damn it.

Guys. Gentlemen.

Upon further review,

this is not my sack.

My sack is... much smaller.

So if you see my sack,

would you do me a favor

and, uh...

The problem for me is

Neil deGrasse Tyson

gets as much wrong

as he gets right.

I mean, I just don't appreciate

being talked down to,

especially about astrophysics.

Hawking is in the ballpark.

He gets it half right.

He knows that.

Do we have a security person?

I'm gonna have to see

some ID...

Ugh!

I don't remember

giving you permission

to borrow my Hagrid costume,

Shawn.

- Gus, eyes forward.

These guys are armed.

Taking cases

without me again?

I have to take on cases

without you; you have a job.

I gave the San Francisco

detective thing a chance.

Eleven days, Gus.

We were here for eleven days

before you got

a full-time gig.

Look, how many times

do we have to do this?

I need security.

Security!

- Hey, man. Is that sourdough?

You know damn well

it's sourdough.

Why don't you, uh, pass

half that sweet sandy

under the table?

You must be out

of your damn mind.

Well, then will you

at least do me a solid

and go pull the fire alarm?

- If I pull the fire alarm,

people will evacuate

the whole building.

Yes, Gus.

That's what I'm counting on.

- Okay.

- Excuse me, sir.

You guys looking for a

transient with half a beard?

He pushed his way up

to our elevator

and broke my secret Santa gift.

Would you mind taking your

business outside?

- He's in the elevator?

Probably in the lobby

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