Prancer has applied for the job of chief cookie supervisor but it is
PRANCER: And I've put in a lot of hours pulling your sleigh across the sky, landing on billions of rooftops and all that stuff. So now, I figure I am ready for a change.
GIMBLE: And you want to work in the Christmas Cookie factory?
GIMBLE: Making delicate intricately designed cookies with your hooves.
GIMBLE: You think your hooves can roll dough and add gumdrop buttons?
PRANCER: Sure! It'll be a snap. (She tries to snap, but she can't.)
GIMBLE: But you don't have fingers.
PRANCER: (Annoyed, raising her hoof.) No, Gimble, I don't have fingers, but if I did, imagine what I would be doing with one of them right now.
SANTA: Prancer -- you are a brilliant reindeer, one of the best I've ever had. Why in the name of Kris Kringle would you want to transfer? Am I not
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