RALPHIE, LOOK OVER THERE.
SEE? THE LINE'S NOT SO LONG.
GO GET IN IT.
NOW, TAKE RANDY'S HAND AND HOLD ON TO HIM,
AND WE'LL SEE YOU LATER, OK?
STAY TOGETHER. DON'T GET LOST.
COME ON.
LET'S GO.
Man: YOUNG MAN.
HEY, KID!
JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
GOING UP TO SEE SANTA.
THE LINE ENDS HERE.
IT BEGINS THERE.
Santa: MERRY CHRISTMAS. HO HO HO!
COME UP, COME UP, BOYS AND GIRLS!
HURRY UP. LET'S GO.
OH, NO!
COME ON.
♪ JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS ♪
♪ JINGLE ALL THE WAY ♪
♪ OH, WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE... ♪
Ralphie: THE LINE WAITING TO SEE SANTA CLAUS
STRETCHED ALL THE WAY BACK TO TERRE HAUTE,
AND I WAS AT THE END OF IT.
I LIKE SANTA.
YEAH.
Santa: COME ON... COME ON.
Ralphie: LET'S FACE IT, MOST OF US WERE SCOFFERS,
BUT MOMENTS BEFORE ZERO HOUR,
IT DID NOT PAY TO TAKE CHANCES.
HA HA HA!
LOOK AT ALL THE CHILDREN.
HEY, LITTLE BOY.
I'LL GET YOU, MY PRETTY.
WHAT A TASTY LITTLE BOY.
DON'T BOTHER ME.
I'M--I'M THINKING.
THANK YOU.
Santa: ...CHRISTMAS.
I LIKE THE WIZARD OF OZ.
YEAH.
I LIKE THE TIN MAN.
IF HIGBEE THINKS I'M WORKING ONE MINUTE PAST 9:00,
HE CAN KISS MY FOOT.
HO HO HO HO HO HO!
COME ON, UP ON SANTA'S LAP.
HERE'S A WET ONE.
AND WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LITTLE BOY?
BILLY.
COME ON, RANDY.
AND WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, BILLY?
A TOY TRUCK. GET HIM OFF MY LAP, PLEASE.
GET ME A TOWEL!
BYE, BILLY. HO HO HO!
BOMBS AWAY!
AAH!
I HATE THE SMELL OF TAPIOCA.
HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
P.A.: ATTENTION, SHOPPERS. IT'S NOW 9:00, AND OUR STORE IS CLOSING.
Ralphie: 9:00! GREAT SCOTT!
THE STORE IS GOING TO CLOSE.
SANTA CAN'T WAIT ALL NIGHT.
LET'S GO. COME ON, UP ON SANTA'S LAP.
HO HO HO!
AAH! AAH!
AAH!
GET MOVING, KID.
QUIT DRAGGING YOUR FEET.
COME ON. HO HO HO!
HO HO HO!
AAH!
UH-OH.
GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
[SCREAMING]
COME ON, KID.
HO HO HO!
COME ON!
COME ON UP. COME ON UP.
HO HO HO!
HO HO!
HO!
AND WHAT'S YOUR NAME, LITTLE BOY?
HEY, KID.
HURRY UP. THE STORE IS CLOSING.
Boy: COME ON.
LISTEN, LITTLE BOY,
WE'VE GOT A LOT OF PEOPLE WAITING HERE,
SO GET GOING!
WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS,
LITTLE BOY?
Ralphie: MY MIND HAD GONE BLANK.
FRANTICALLY, I TRIED TO REMEMBER
WHAT IT WAS I WANTED.
I WAS BLOWING IT! BLOWING IT!
COME ON, KID.
HOW ABOUT A NICE FOOTBALL?
Ralphie: FOOTBALL?
FOOTBALL! WHAT'S A FOOTBALL?
WITHOUT CONSCIOUS WILL, MY VOICE SQUEAKED OUT...
YEAH. FOOTBALL.
OK, GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
Ralphie: A FOOTBALL?
OH, NO! WHAT WAS I DOING?
WAKE UP, STUPID! WAKE UP!
NO!
NO, NO, I WANT AN OFFICIAL RED RYDER CARBINE-ACTION
200-SHOT RANGE MODEL AIR RIFLE!
YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT, KID.
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
HO HO HO!
NO!