[Describing a "reaction" to an encounter with the bullies] Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Randy lay there like a slug! It was his only defense!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] My little brother had not eaten voluntarily in over three years.
Miss Shields: Where's Flick? Has anyone seen Flick? Ralphie as an Adult: [narrating as Ralphie feigns ignorance] Flick? Flick who?
Mother: This isn't one of those trees where all the needles falls off, is it? Tree Man: No, that's them balsams.
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] The line waiting to see Santa Claus stretched all the way back to Terre Haute. And I was at the end of it.
Mrs. Parker: Randy, will you eat? There are starving people in China! Randy: [groans and shoves spoon into his mouth]
Ralphie as Adult: First-nighters, packed earmuff-to-earmuff, jostled in wonderment before a golden, tinkling display of mechanized, electronic joy!
[Wikus walks into a room filled with Alien weaponry] Wikus Van De Merwe: This is Christmas. This is Christmas, my friends! This is the biggest find that I've ever seen.
Angel: My name is Angel. Vitaly Orlov: Her name really is Angel! Let's put her on the Christmas tree!
[Gonzo and Rizzo are flying over London] Gonzo: [Thrilled] Hello, London! Rizzo the Rat: [Scared] Goodbye, lunch!
Rizzo the Rat: I fell down the chimney and landed on a flaming hot goose! Gonzo: You have all the fun!
Fozziwig: At this time in the proceedings, it is a tradition for me to make a little speech. Jacob Marley: And it's a tradition for us to take a little nap!
Police officer: Attacked by Christmas toys? That's strange, that's the second toy complaint we've had.
If it weren't for sorrow and bad times, every day would be Christmas.
Ralphie as Adult: Round One was over. heh heh. Parents one, kids, zip. I can feel the Christmas noose beginning to tighten. Maybe, what happened next, was inevitable. Mother: Ralphie, what would you like for Christmas? Ralphie as Adult: Horrified, I ...
I hear that in many places something has happened to Christmas; that it is changing from a time of merriment and carefree gaiety to a holiday which is filled with tedium; that many people dread the day and the obligation to give Christmas presents is...
Clark: Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're g...
Ebenezer Scrooge: What right have you to be merry? You're poor enough. Fred: What right have you to be dismal? You're rich enough. Rizzo the Rat: He's got 'im there. The old boy's speechless! Ebenezer Scrooge: If I could work my will, every idiot who...
and, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves as one, but every child was conducting itself like forty.
This is the even-handed dealing of the world!" he said. "There is noth-ing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes tocondemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!
... perhaps the clock hands had become so tired of going in the same direction year after year that they had suddenly begun to go the opposite way instead...
