After Santa's body magically disintegrates into the snow (along with my sanity), Scott and Charlie hop in his sleigh and head to the first house to deliver gifts, because nothing says father-son bonding time like breaking and entering. When the bag of toys starts floating in the air with Scott hanging off the end of it, he subtly slips in a drug joke. "Whoa, Dad! You're flying!" Charlie says, to which Scott responds, "It's OK, I'm used to it, I lived through the '60s." It's a pretty tame joke on its own, but when you remember Allen's real-life drug charge, the line packs an edgier punch.
