Noel: Jesus Christ. Noel: Thank you for choosing a place that was easy for my very pregnant wife to get to. Rayne: Did no one like the foot bridge? John: There was a road, you know. Noel: Seriously? Mick: I can’t breathe. Mick: I may be fat, but I am neither holly nor jolly. Rayne: If you were Santa Clause, I’d refer to you as ‘Sweaty Clause’.