A Christmas Story Quotes About Christmas


Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

A few men are Baptists, others Catholics; my dad was an Oldsmobile man! 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Presently, I had heard that word in any event ten times each day from my dad. He worked in foulness the manner in which different specialists may work in oils or dirt. It was his actual medium; an ace. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

In the warmth of fight my dad wove an embroidered artwork of obscenities that to the extent we know is as yet hanging in space over Lake Michigan. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Just a single thing on the planet could've hauled me away from the delicate shine of electric sex glimmering in the window. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Throughout the years I got the chance to be a serious authority of cleanser. In spite of the fact that my own inclination was for Lux, I found that Palmolive had a decent, interesting after-supper season - substantial, however with a dash of smooth smoothness. Lifebuoy, then again... (Yechh!) 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Obviously! Santa Clause! The huge man! The big enchilada! The association! [chuckles] Oh, my mom had really destroyed this time! 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Scut Farkus! What a spoiled name! We were caught. There he remained, among us and the back street. Scut Farkus gazing out at us with his yellow eyes. He had yellow eyes! With God as my witness, YELLOW EYES!! 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

In our reality, you were either a harasser, an attendant, or one of the anonymous riffraff of unfortunate casualties! 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Let's be honest, a large portion of us are scoffers. Be that as it may, minutes before party time, it didn't pay to take risks. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

I left Flick to certain demolition. Yet, BB Gun craziness knows no faithfulness. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

My father's extra tires were just really tires in the scholastic sense. They were round and had once been made of elastic. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

[After Mother breaks the Old Man's Major Award, and he is fruitless at fixing it] With as much respect as he could assemble, the Old Man got together the miserable survives from his broke Major Award. Soon thereafter, alone in the terrace, he covered it alongside the carport. Presently I would never be certain, yet I believed that I heard the sound of "Taps" being played. Tenderly. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

[After the Christmas turkey is taken by the neighbors' dogs] The radiant fragrance still hung in the house. Be that as it may, it was gone, all gone! No turkey! No turkey sandwiches! No turkey serving of mixed greens! No turkey sauce! Turkey Hash! Turkey a la King! Or on the other hand gallons of turkey soup! Gone, ALL GONE! 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Was there no closure to this intrigue of silly bias against Red Ryder and his Peacemaker?! 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

We dove into the cornucopia trembling with want and the happiness of unbridled insatiability. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

Gracious, life is that way. Now and again, at the stature of our parties, when our satisfaction is at its peak, when all is generally directly with the world, the most incomprehensible calamities slide upon us. 

Storyteller (Ralphie as a grown-up): 

There has never been a child who didn't accept that he would be stricken visually impaired before he arrived at twenty-one, and afterward they'd be heartbroken. 

Mr. Parker: 

You spent all the paste intentionally! 

Mr. Parker: 

NADDAFINGA!! (Not a finger!!) 

Mr. Parker: 

GO on! Have a bite colleagues on me! It is my blessing! 

Mr. Parker: 

That bastard would solidify up in the center of summer on the equator! 

Mr. Parker: 

Aha, it's a clinkerrrrrrr!!! That impacted, idiotic heater. Dadgummit! [Goes down stairs; falling sound is heard] Damn skates! [Coughs] For drat purpose, open up that damper, will you?! Who the damnation turned it right down?! AGAIN?!!! 

Mr. Parker: 

Children O'BITCHES! BUMPUSSES!!! 

Mr. Parker: 

(Perusing sign on wooden carton) Fraa-jeel-aay! Huh! Must be Italian! 

Mr. Parker: 

(After the Bumpus dogs take the Parkers' turkey) All right, everyone upstairs, get dressed. We are going out to eat. 

Mr. Parker: 

[as he is going "heater fighting"] You dingy framework! I detest it! [cursing] ...stupid, frattin', housesnickle snake! 

Mr. Parker: 

It's an excellent duck. It truly is. In any case, you see..... it's.... grinning at me. 

Mr. Parker: 

He resembles a disturbed Easter Bunny. 

Mr. Parker: 

He resembles a pink bad dream! 

Mr. Parker: 

Didn't I get a tie this year? 

Mrs. Parker: 

[to Randy] I guarantee, Daddy won't murder Ralphie! 

Mrs. Parker: 

[to Ralphie] You'll shoot your eye out! 

Mrs. Parker: 

That is absurd! Desirous? Desirous of what?! That is... the ugliest light I have ever found in all my years! 

Mrs. Parker: 

[to Randy] Well, put your arms down when you get the chance to class. 

Mrs. Parker: 

Icicles have been known to KILL individuals! 

Randy: 

[sing-song] Meatloaf, smeatloaf, twofold beetloaf. I despise meatloaf. 

Randy: 

[After Ralphie pushes him away from dresser after mother guides them to descend in two minutes] C'mon Ralphie!! I arrived first!!! 

Randy: 

I can't put my arms down! 

Randy: 

I can't get up! Ralphie, I can't get up!! 

Randy: 

Daddy's going to execute Ralphie! 

Randy: 

[After opening his greatest Christmas gift] WOW!! Whoopie, a Zeppelin!! 

Randy: 

[Admiring the presents under the tree] Wow a truck! That is mine!! [Points to a box] WOW look there! That is mine! [Feels an extremely hard present] What's in here? Gracious, it's hard. Fire engine. Oh joy! That is mine! 

Randy: 

Schwartz: Hey, brilliant ass. I got some information about adhering your tongue to a flagpole in the winter, and he says that it'll solidify right to the post, much the same as I told ya. 

Randy: 

Ralphie: [after figuring out a mystery code, perusing it] Be certain to...drink your... Ovaltine. Ovaltine?! A dreadful business?! Bastard! 

Randy: 

Servers in Chinese Restaurant: (singing) Deck the harrs with bows of horry, Fa ra! 'Tis the season to be jarry, Fa ra! 

Randy: 

Lead Waiter: (To Chinese Waiters) no! Not ra, Its la. Sing this way: (Singing) Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly, Fa la. (Talks regulary) Try once more. (Later he causes a clever demeanor all over as the Chinese Waiters to sing the melody wrong once more) 

Randy: 

Servers in Chinese Restaurant: (Singing) Jingre Bears, Jingre Bears, Jingre Arr the Way! Goodness what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sreigh 

Randy: 

Scut Farkus: [to Ralphie] Listen, yank! At the point when I guide you to come, you better come! [Ralphie begins quivering] What? Is it true that you are going to cry now? Cry, weep for me crybaby! Cry! [begins mock crying and laughing] 

Exchange: 

Customer: [to Ralphie] Young Man! Hello Kid! Where do you think "you're" going?! 

Exchange: 

Ralphie: [to Shopper] Going up to see Santa Claus. 

Discourse: 

Customer: [to Ralphie] The line ENDS here. It starts over yonder! [Points as far as possible of an incredibly long line] 

Discourse: 

Santa Clause Claus: [To Ralphie] How about a decent er...football? 

Discourse: 

Ralphie: [As narrator] Football? What is a football? Without a will my voice squeaked out "Football" 

Discourse: 

Santa Clause Claus: [To Ralphie] Football? [To Head Elf] Okay get him out of here. 

Discourse: 

Ralphie: [As narrator] A Football!? Goodness! What's happening with I!!? Wake up inept! Wake up! 

Discourse: 

Ralphie: [As child] NO! [climbs back up exit slide] No. No. I need an official Red Ryder carbine activity 200-territory fired model air rifle! [smiles ideally at Santa] 

Exchange: 

Santa Clause Claus: [to Ralphie] You'll shoot your eye out child. Cheerful Christmas! HO! HO! HO! 

Discourse: 

Ralphie: [smile blurs to shockness by what Santa said. Santa Clause pushes Ralphie down the exit slide] NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

[In daydream] 

Dark Bart: 

God help us! It's.... 

All Bandits: 

OLD BLUE! God help us! 

Randy: 

[wailing] I CAN'T PUT MY ARMS DOWN!!! [continues hollering and moaning, as Mother attempts to put his arms down, yet it isn't working] 

Mother: 

All things considered, put you arms when you get the chance to class. [puts the scarf on Randy, as he keeps bellowing and wailing] 

Flick: 

Is it accurate to say that you are joking? Stick my tongue to that idiotic post? That is idiotic! 

Schwartz: 

That is 'cause you realize it'll stick! 

Flick: 

You're loaded with it! 

Schwartz: 

Gracious yes? 

Flick: 

Better believe it! 

Schwartz: 

Well I twofold DOG-dare ya! 

Ralphie as Adult: 

NOW it was not kidding. A twofold pooch dare. What else was left yet a triple-challenge you, lastly, the final blow all things considered, the evil triple-hound dare. 

Flick: 

(over storyteller's voice) You folks are genuine idiotic. 

Schwartz: 

I TRIPLE-hound dare ya! 

Ralphie as Adult: 

Schwartz made a slight rupture of decorum by avoiding the triple-challenge you and going appropriate for the throat! 

Mr. Parker: 

What is the name of the Lone Ranger's nephew's pony? 

Mother: 

Ok... Victor! His name is Victor. 

Mr. Parker: 

How the damnation did you realize that? 

Mother: 

Everyone realizes that! 

Mother: 

Is this another of your senseless riddles? 

Mr. Parker: 

Better believe it, another of my senseless riddles. This one could be worth FIFTY THOUSAND BUCKS. 

Mother: 

What is it this time? 

Mr. Parker: 

Name the incredible characters in American writing. 

Mr. Parker: 

Victor? The Lone Ranger's nephew's steed? 

Ralphie as Adult: 

[narrating] Meanwhile, I battled for precisely the correct BB weapon indication. It must be firm, yet unobtrusive. 

Ralphie: 

Flick says he saw some mountain bears close to Pulaski's treat store! 

[Everyone gazes at Ralphie] 

Ralphie as Adult: 

[narrating] They took a gander at me as though I had lobsters slithering out of my ears. 

Ralphie as Adult: 

[narrating] "C+"?! Goodness! It couldn't be! 

Ralphie: 

"C+"? 

Ms. Shields: 

[as the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of OZ] C+! [cackling] C+! 

[Ralphie looks down to see "P.S. - You'll shoot your eye out"] 

Ralphie as Adult: 

[narrating] Oh no! "You'll shoot your eye out?!" 

Ralphie: 

Goodness. 

Ralphie as Adult: 

My mom must've gotten to Ms. Shields! There could be no other clarification!! 

Ms. Shields and Mrs. Parker: 

[Mrs. Parker dressed as 




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