[It is almost physically hurting Santa to not say anything to Ed, but he's trying to be on his best behavior and not cause time paradoxes in front of the hot retro crowd. Seriously though, this MUST be why Ed is such a sad-sack now. He used up every ounce of cool he had on in the 1900s with the fucking magic black market. He glares at the Doc for being really fuckin' infuriating.]

How 'bout a hat? Like, a magic one that doesn't mess up your hair when you wear it. [Because priorities. If magic is real, hopefully they put it to good use like that. He turns back to Salieri.]

C'mon, is a guy like you really gonna let that stop ya? There's tons of weird shit out there to see if you're bored.