A Christmas Story (1983) - full transcript

Christmas is approaching and 9 year-old Ralphie wants only one thing: a Red Ryder Range 200 Shot BB gun. When he mentions it at the dinner table, his mother's immediate reaction is that he'll put his eye out. He then decides on a perfect theme for his teacher but her reaction is like his. He fantasizes about what it would be like to be Red Ryder and catch the bad guys. When the big day arrives he gets lots of present under the tree including a lovely gift from his aunt that his mother just adores. But what about the BB gun?

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Ah, there it is.

My house
at good old Cleveland Street.

How could I ever forget it?

And there I am,
with that dumb, round face...

...and that stupid stocking cap.

But no matter.
Christmas was on its way.

Lovely, glorious, beautiful Christmas,
around which the entire kid year revolved.

Downtown Hohman was prepared
for its yearly bacchanalia...

...of peace on Earth
and goodwill to men.

Higbees' corner window
was traditionally a high-water mark...

...of the pre-Christmas season.

packed earmuff to earmuff...

...jostled in wonderment
before a golden, tinkling display...

...of mechanized, electronic joy.

Ah, there it is.

The holy grail of Christmas gifts.

The Red Ryder 200-shot range
model air rifle.

And there he is.

Red Ryder himself.

In his hand was the knurled stock...

...of as coolly, deadly looking a piece
of weaponry as ever I had laid eyes on.

For weeks, I had been scheming
to get my mitts...

...on one of these fearsome
blue-steel beauties.

My fevered brain seethed
with the effort of trying to come up...

...with the infinitely
subtle devices necessary...

...to implant the Red Ryder
range model air rifle indelibly...

...into my parents' subconscious.

Ralphie! Randy!

Down here in two minutes.

And I mean two minutes.

Come on, Ralphie! I got here first!

Cut it out.

My mother, grabbing for her copy
of Look magazine...

...would find herself cleverly trapped
into reading a Red Ryder sales pitch.

They traded Bullfrog.
I don't believe it.

What's that?

Well, for chrissakes,
the Sox traded Bullfrog...

...the only player they've got,
for Shottenhoffer.

Four Eyes Shottenhoffer,
utility infielder.

Got a whole goddamned team
of utility infielders.

That's nice.

Ralphie, on the double!

MR. PARKER: Did you hear about this guy
who swallowed a yo-yo?

- Swallowed a yo-yo?
- Yeah, on a bet.

Some clodhopper
down in Griffith, Indiana.

Boy, they write
the silliest things in the newspapers.

What do you mean silly?
I mean, that's real news.

That's not like that politics slop.

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

Victor. His name is Victor.

How the hell did you know that?

Everybody knows that.

Is that another
one of your silly puzzles?

Yeah, it's another
one of my silly puzzles.

Could be worth 50,000 bucks.

What kind is it this time?

Name the great characters
in American literature.

- Victor?
- Yeah.

The Lone Ranger's nephew's horse?

Meanwhile, I struggled
for exactly the right BB gun hint.

It had to be firm, but subtle.

Flick says he saw some grizzly bears
near Pulaski's candy store.

They looked at me as if
I had lobsters crawling out of my ears.

I could tell I was in imminent danger
of overplaying my hand.

Casually, I switched tactics.

Hey, Dad.

I'll bet you'll never guess
what I got for you for Christmas.

A new furnace.

That's a good one, Dad.

My old man was one of the most feared
furnace fighters in Northern Indiana.

Hurry up,
you're gonna be late for school.

Yeah, yeah. I'm running late already.

Round one was over.

Parents, one. Kids, zip.

I could feel the Christmas noose
beginning to tighten.

Maybe what happened next
was inevitable.

what would you like for Christmas?

Horrified, I heard myself blurt it out.

I want an official Red Ryder carbine
action 200-range model air rifle. Ooh.

No. Shoot your eye out.

Oh, no, it was the classic
mother BB-gun block:

"You'll shoot your eye out."

That deadly phrase
uttered many times before...

...by hundreds of mothers
was not surmountable...

...by any means known to Kid-dom.

But such was my mania,
my desire for a Red Ryder carbine...

...that I immediately began
to rebuild the dike.

I was just kidding.

Even though Flick is getting one.

I guess I'd just like some Tinkertoys.

I couldn't believe my own ears.

She'd never buy it.

BB guns are dangerous.

I don't want anybody
shooting his eye out.

Randy, will you eat?

There are starving people in China.

Mothers know nothing
about creeping marauders...

...burrowing through the snow
toward the kitchen...

...where only you and you alone...

...stand between your tiny,
huddled family and insensate evil.

Save us.

Save us, Ralphie.

I just knowed those bad guys
would be coming for us in the end.

Don't worry, Dad.
As long as I got Ol' Blue.

Well, now,
what have we got here, folks?

Well, we figure it's Black Bart, Ralph.

Well, just me and my trusty
old Red Ryder carbine action...

...200-shot range model air rifle.

Lucky I got a compass in the stock.

- Well, I think I better have a look here.
- Don't worry, son.

- Oh, no, it's Ol' Blue.
- Ol' Blue.

Oh, no.

Seize him, boys! The jig is up!

Killed another one.
Oh, he's a deadeye, ain't he?

He's getting him.

Okay, Ralphie.

You win this time, but we'll be back.

Adiós, Bart.

But if you do come back,
you'll be pushing up daisies.

- And don't you forget it.
- Well, son, you saved us.

We were goners for sure.

And you saved us.


Go on! Beat it!

The Olds. Nothing but Oldsmobile.
That pile of junk.

That goddamned Olds
has froze up again.

Some men are Baptists,
others Catholics.

My father was an Oldsmobile man.

That son of a bitch would freeze up
in the middle of summer on the equator.

- Little pitchers.
- And hold it!


Aha! Aha! It's a clinker!

That blasted stupid furnace.

Goddamn it.

Damn skates.

Oh, for chrissake,
open up the damper, will you?

Who the hell turned it
all the way down again?!

Oh, blast it!

Blurred rattle crash camel flirt!

You block-head battled piece
jerk off trash!

In the heat of battle, my father
wove a tapestry of obscenity...

...that, as far as we know...

...is still hanging in space
over Lake Michigan.


Well, preparing to go to school...

...was like getting ready
for extended deep-sea diving.

Come on, Mom, we're gonna be late.

All right, Ralph.

My kid brother
looked like a tick about to pop.

- What?

- What is it?
- Mm!

What is it?

MRS. PARKER: What is it?
- I can't put my arms down.

Well, put your arms down
when you get to school.

Goddamn it! You...

Hey, Flick, wait up. Wait up.

So, what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing,
picking goobers?

Hey, listen, smartass.

I asked my old man about sticking
your tongue to metal light poles in winter.

And he says it will freeze
right to the pole, just like I told you.

Ah, baloney. What would your old man
know about anything?

He knows
because he once saw a guy...

...stick his tongue
to a railroad track on a bet.

And the fire department had to come
to get the guy's tongue off the track.

Because he couldn't get it off.

Come on, guys, wait up!

Come on, guys!

- Come on, guys, wait up.
- Out of the way, kid.

Hey, kid.

I can't get up.

I can't get up!

Ralph! Hey!

- I can't get up, Ralphie!
- Oh.

Come on, Flick, wait up for me.

I can't get up!

Ralph! Hey!

- Come on, get up. Sit up. Come on.
- I can't get up.

You're okay. Come on, let's go.
Come on, you're all right.

Shh. Miss Shields.

Miss Shields, Miss Shields.

All right, everyone,
take your seats, please.

Good morning, class.

Good morning, Miss Shields.

Open your books to page 32.

And as you'll remember,
Silas Marner...

You're full of beans
and so is your old man.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

- Says who?
- Says me.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

Well, I double-dare you.

The exact exchange and nuance
of phrase in this ritual is very important.

Heh. Are you kidding?

Stick my tongue to that stupid pole?
That's dumb.

That's because you know it will stick.

- You're full of it.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Well, I double-dog dare you!

Now it was serious.
A double-dog dare.

What else was left
but a triple dare you?

- And finally, the coup de grâce-

- The sinister triple-dog dare.
- You guys are really dumb.

I triple-dog dare you!

Schwartz created a slight breach
of etiquette...

...by skipping the triple dare
and going right for the throat.

All right, all right.

Come on, kid.

Well, go on, smartass, and do it.

I'm going, I'm going.

Flick's spine stiffened,
his lips curled in a defiant sneer.

There was no going back now.

This is no...

Stuck? Stuck? Stuck!

Stuck! Stuck! Stuck!


- Stuck! Stuck!
- Geez. It really works.

- Look at him.
- It's stuck!

Hey, what have I done?

Don't leave, come back.

- Come back. Don't leave me. Come back.
- But the bell rang.

What are we gonna do?!

- I don't know. The bell rang.
- Yeah.

Hey, don't leave me. Come back!

Come back! Come back.

Where's Flick?

Has anyone seen Flick?

Flick? Flick who?

He was at recess, wasn't he?

Ralphie, do you know where Flick is?

I said, has anyone seen Flick?

Yes, Esther Jane?

Oh, my God.

Holy cow, it's the fire department.

Oh, no.

Wow, it's the cops.

MISS SHIELDS: Now, I know that
some of you put Flick up to this.

But he has refused to say who.

But those who did it
know their blame.

And I'm sure that the guilt you feel
is far worse...

...than any punishment
you might receive.

Now, don't you feel terrible?

Don't you feel remorse
for what you have done?

Well, that's all I'm going to say
about poor Flick.

Adults love to say things like that,
but kids know better.

We knew darn well it was always better
not to get caught.

Now, boys and girls,
I'm going to give you an assignment.

I want you to write a theme.

"What I Want for Christmas."

Aha! The clouds lifted.

And I want it handed in
tomorrow morning...

I saw a faint gleam of light...

...at the other end
of the black cave of doom.

I knew that when Miss Shields read
my magnificent, eloquent theme...

...that she would sympathize
with my plight...

...and everything
would work out somehow.

Boy, did you see how it stuck?

Did it hurt, Flick?

No. I never felt a thing.

It just caught me off-guard.

You sure were bawling.

I never bawled.

Ah, baloney.

Scut Farkus.

Scut Farkus. What a rotten name.

We were trapped.

There he stood,
between us and the alley.

Scut Farkus, staring out at us
with his yellow eyes.

He had yellow eyes.

So help me, God, yellow eyes.

Grover Dill,
Farkus' crummy little toady.

Mean, rotten.
His lips curled over his green teeth.

Randy lay there like a slug.

It was his only defense.

- Say uncle.
- Uncle.

- Uncle.
- Uncle!

SCUT: Louder!
- Come on, get up. Now.

- Louder!
- Uncle!

- Louder.
- Uncle!

In our world,
you were either a bully, a toady...

...or one of the nameless rabble
of victims.

All right, who's next?



In the jungles of Kid-dom,
the mind switches gears rapidly.

Weeks ago, I had sent away...

...for my Little Orphan Annie
secret society decoder pin.

Oh, skunked again.

No matter.
Today, I had serious work to do.

"What I want for Christmas."

What I want for Christmas
is a Red Ryder BB gun...

"...with a compass in the stock,
and this thing which tells time."

Wow, that's great.

"I think that everybody
should have a Red Ryder BB gun."

They're very good for Christmas.

"I don't think that a football's
a very good Christmas present."

Oh, rarely had the words poured
from my penny pencil...

...with such feverish fluidity.

I've won, I've won, I've won!
Hey, go on now.

Get out of here, you...!

I've won, I've won.

Aha! The Bumpus hounds.

Our hillbilly neighbors, the Bumpuses,
had at least 785 smelly hound dogs.

And they ignored every other
human being on earth but my old man.

Dumb dogs. Get.

I won. I won.

- I won, I won, I won!
- What? What is it? What?

A major prize, a major prize.
I won, I won, I won!

Hey, look at that. Look at that.
A Western Union telegram.

Tonight tonight is gonna be the night

Tonight tonight hot damn tonight

- What does this mean here?
- It means it's coming tonight!

I called Ernie McClosky
at the freight depot.

He said that the telegram was late,
the prize was there, he'll send it on tonight.

Come on, have a chew, fellas, on me.
It's my gift.

You know, maybe it'll be one of those
Spanish adobe houses down Coral Gate...

Serves you right, you smelly buggers.

Or it could be a bowling alley.

You know, a guy on Terre Haute
won a bowling alley.

How are they gonna deliver
a bowling alley here tonight?

They could send the deed
for chrissake.

I mean, I didn't expect they were gonna
send the whole damn bowling alley.

Yeah, well, how about eating, huh?
I'm starving to death.

Getting rich is hard work, kid.
Come on.

Every family has a kid who won't eat.

My kid brother had not eaten voluntarily
in over three years.

Oh, Randy, don't play
with your food, eat it.

Aw, gee.

Starving people
would be happy to have that.

Can I have some more red cabbage?

You stop playing with your food,
or I'll give you something to cry about.

You better stop fooling around
with that and eat it, or you'll be sorry.

Can I please have some more?

My mother had not had a hot meal
for herself in 15 years.

Meat loaf, smeetloaf, double beetloaf.

I hate meat loaf.

All right.
All right, I'll get that kid to eat.

Where's my screwdriver
and my plumber's helper?

- I'll open up his mouth and shove it in.
- Randy.

My mother was more subtle.

How do the little piggies go?

- Oink! Oink!
- That's right. Oink, oink.

Now, show me how the piggies eat.
This is your trough.

Show me how the piggies eat.

Be a good boy.
Show Mommy how the piggies eat.

Oh, my God.

Mommy's little piggy.

It is here.

- Yeah.
- Are you Parker?

- Yeah.
- All right, sign here, will you?

- Well, what is it?
- I don't know.

What's in it?

Here. Bring it in, huh?

Okay, boys. Haul that on in here.
Move your tails.

Yeah. Bring it right on in. Right here.

Bring it ahead.
Straight ahead. That's right.

- Right.
- Here, bring it right, right on in, fellas.

That's it. Here we go.

A little more.

A little more. That's it.

Watch the lady.

- That's it.
- Thanks a lot, guys. Merry Christmas.

- Get the crowbar and a hammer, Ralphie.
- Okay.


- It must be Italian.
- I think that says fragile, honey.

Oh, yeah.

Here we go.

Jeez, they really did a job on this,
you know?

No, here, Ralph, hold that.

Here we go.

Honey, there could be
anything in there.


Maybe they forgot.

No, it's in there.
It's gotta be in there.

- Oh, boy. Oh, boy, oh, boy.
- What?

- Would you look at that?
- What?

Would you look at that?

What is it?

Well, it's a leg.

But what is it?

Well, it's a leg.
You know, like in a statue.

- Statue?
- Yeah, statue.

Yeah, statue.


My mother was trying
to insinuate herself...

...between us and the statue.

Holy smoke, would you...?

Do you know what this is?

This is a lamp.

- It was indeed a lamp.
- Isn't that great?

What a great lamp.

Well, I don't know.

Here, hold it. Hold it. Here, go on.

The old man's eyes boggled...

Oh, wow!

...overcome by art.

And I know just the place for it.

Right in the middle
of our front-room window.


Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Watch it.

Yeah, let's see.


Oh, Jesus, God.


- Oh, honey?
- No. It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right.

Let's see...

This goes to the radio...

...and this goes to... And this goes...

- Well, it's just one too many.
- One is tough, yeah.

Well, let's see.

The snap of a few sparks,
a quick whiff of ozone...

...and the lamp blazed forth
in unparalleled glory.

Oh, look at that. Will you look at that?
Isn't that glorious?

It's indescribably beautiful.

It reminds me of the Fourth of July.
Turn off all the lights.

I wanna see
what it looks like from the street.

- I'll go get the dining room.
- Couldn't we talk this over?


Move it a little bit to the right.

Yeah. A little that way.

Just a little more to the right.

Yeah. More. That's it. No, stop.
Right there. That's wonderful.

Hey, Parker, what is that?

Don't bother me now, Swede.
I'm busy.

SWEDE: Yeah, but what is that?
MR. PARKER: It's a major award.

A major award?

Shucks, I wouldn't have knowed that.
It looks like a lamp.

Well, it is a lamp, you nincompoop.

But it's a major award. I won it.

- Damn, hell, you say you won it?
- Yeah.

Yeah, mind power, Swede, mind power.

The entire neighborhood
was turned on.

Oh, you should see what it looks like
from out here.

It could be seen up and down
Cleveland Street.

The symbol of the old man's victory.

Yeah, he won that.
It's a major award.

Isn't it about time
for somebody's favorite radio program?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Holy smokes, it was 6:45.

Only one thing
could've dragged me away...

...from the soft glow of electric sex
gleaming in the window.

Who's the little chatter box

The one with pretty auburn locks?

Whom do you see?
It's Little Orphan Annie

Kids, it's Little Orphan Annie time.

Brought to you by rich,
chocolatey Ovaltine.

I could still taste it.

Hey, you turned the light off.

It's Little Orphan Annie

Come on, you guys, wait up.

I knew I was handing Miss Shields
a masterpiece.

Maybe Miss Shields in her ecstasy...

...would excuse me from theme writing
for the rest of my natural life.


You call this a paragraph?
Margins, margins, margins.


My life's work down the drain.

A semicolon, you dolt. A period.

Oh, F.

I should weep
if I have to read one more F.

Ralphie Parker. Ha!


The theme I've been waiting
for all my life.

Listen to this sentence.

"A Red Ryder BB gun
with a compass in the stock...

...and this thing which tells time."

Poetry. Sheer poetry.

Ralph, an A plus.

My Ralph. Oh, Ralphie,
you've made me well.

A plus.




Is there something you want, Ralph?

I'm just turning in my theme.

Oh, well, you can take your seat now.

Take your seat.

You're a genius.

Come on, you guys. Wait up.

Okay. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

- Get in the car. Get in the car.
- Yeah.

If we don't hurry,
we're gonna miss all the good trees!

Go on, go on.

My mother was about to make
another brilliant maneuver...

...in the legendary battle of the lamp.

The epic struggle which follows...

...lives in the folklore
of Cleveland Street to this very day.

Don't wanna waste electricity.

- Don't...
- Don't wanna waste electricity.

Come on, Ralphie. Get in the car.

You folks looking for a tree?
We got 300 trees here.

This is the Christmas tree emporium
of the entire Midwest.

Now, you ain't gonna find no better tree
than this here tree.

This here tree is built to last.

Ain't no needles coming off
this here tree.

Okay. Now, here's a tree.
This here is a tree.

- That's a little skimpy in the front there.
- Well, you just put it in the corner.

- Haven't you got a big tree?
- Yeah. Hell, this ain't no tree.

Now, here's a tree. This here is a tree.

- Well, did I choose that one, huh?
- Well, don't you think it's a little large?

No. What the hell. Listen, Christmas
only comes once a year. Why not?

- Why not?
- Yeah, well, how much?

I'll knock off $2 because
you're a man who knows his trees.

This isn't one of those trees
that all the needles falls off, is it?

No, that's them balsams.

The old man loved bargaining
as much as an Arab trader...

...and he was twice as shrewd.

You know, Dew Lock just bought one
of those brand-new, green plastic trees.

Oh, no.

Darn thing looks like it was made
out of green pipe cleaners.

This is a very nice tree.

- I'll throw in a rope and tie it to your car.
- You got a deal.


Damn it, blow out.

- Aha!
- Not again.

Four minutes. Time me.

Actually, my old man loved it.
He always saw himself in the pits...

...at the Indianapolis Speedway
in the 500.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

My old man's spare tires were actually
only tires in the academic sense.

They were round,
they had once been made of rubber.

Here we go.

Why don't you go help your father?

- Really? Can I?
- Yes.

- Watch the traffic there.
- Okay.

It was the first time
that it had been suggested...

...that I go help my father
with anything.

- What are you doing here?
- Mom said I should help.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay, sit down here. Squat down.

Yeah, that's it. Now we've got it.

- Here you are. Hold this. Here.
- Okay.

No, not that way. Go on.
Come on, rat-trap, hold it like this. See?

- How?
- Like this. I want to put the nuts in it.

- Okay.
- See, there we are. There's four of them.

And we got it! Ha-ha-ha!

There it is. Oh, that son of a gun.

I'm gonna get that dirty...

There we go. And...

For one brief moment,
I saw all the bolts...

...silhouetted against the lights
of the traffic, and then they were gone.

Oh, fudge.

Only I didn't say "fudge."
I said the word.

The big one.
The queen mother of dirty words.

The F-dash-dash-dash word.

What did you say?

Uh, um...

That's what I thought you said.

Get in the car.

- Go on.
- It was all over.

I was dead. What would it be?
The guillotine? Hanging?

The chair? The rack?
The Chinese water torture?

Mere child's play compared
to what surely awaited me.

Everything go all right?


Eight minutes.

- You know what your son just said?
- No. What?

I'll tell you what he said. Randy!


Over the years,
I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap.

My personal preference is for Lux...

...but I found Palmolive had a nice,
piquant, after-dinner flavor.

Heady, but with just a touch
of mellow smoothness.

Lifebuoy, on the other hand....


You ready to tell me?

All right.
Where did you hear that word?

Now, I had heard that word at least
10 times a day from my old man.

My father worked in profanity the way
other artists might work in oils or clay.

It was his true medium. A master.

But I chickened out.

And I blurted out the first name
that came to mind.


Oh. I see.

Hello, Mrs. Schwartz? Yes, I'm fine.

Mrs. Schwartz, do you know
what Ralph just said?

No. He said:

No, not that!

Yes, that.
Do you know where he heard it?

Probably from his father.

No. He heard it from your son.

What?! What?!


SCHWARTZ: What did I do,
Mom? Why, I didn't do nothing.

Another shot of mysterious,
inexorable, official justice.

Rinse out and go to bed.

Am I glad you finished your homework
this afternoon.

I want you getting right into bed.
I don't wanna see any lights on.

You are being punished,
so no comic book reading.

I'm gonna come in.
If there are lights on...

Don't you give me that look.
You're gonna get it.


Three blocks away,
Schwartz was getting his.

There has never been a kid
who didn't believe...

...vaguely but insistently...

...that he would be stricken blind
before he reached 21 .

And then, they'd be sorry.

Why, it's Ralph.

Well, come on in, Ralph.
Where you been?

Why, he's carrying a cane.

Yeah. What is it, Ralph?
What happened?

- Why, he's blind!
- Blind?! Oh, my God.


- Ralph, is it something we did?
- What brought you to this lowly state?

Ralph, please tell us,
no matter how it hurts.

- What did we do?
- No, I can't.

Oh, please, Ralph.
I must know what we did.

- What brought you to this?
- Please.



- It was...
- Yes?

- Yes?
- Soap poisoning.

That's terrible. How could we do it?

Well, I'll manage
to get along somehow.

I'll never forgive myself.

- Thanks, Mom.
- I told you not to use Lifebuoy.

Oh, I feel awful.

Oh, God.

Thank you, Heather.

HEATHER: Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you, Flick.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Merry Christmas, Miss Shields.

Merry Christmas.

Well, I just thought that you'd be
getting tired of the same old stuff.

Yes, truly, a little bribe never hurts.

Well, thank you very much, Ralph.

Merry Christmas.

Happy New Year.

You can take your seat now, Ralph.

The weeks of drinking gallons of Ovaltine
in order to get the Ovaltine inner seal...

...to send off for my Little Orphan Annie
secret decoder pin...

...was about to pay off.

I got it.

"Master Ralph Parker."
My decoder pin.

All right.

"Be it known to all and sundry
that Ralph Parker..."

...is hereby appointed a member
of the Little Orphan Annie secret circle...

"...and is entitled to all the honors
and benefits occurring thereto."

Signed, Little Orphan Annie.

Countersigned, Pierre Andre.

In ink.

Honors and benefits.
Already at the age of 9.

But first, let's throw her overboard!

Hold fast, then overboard!

Come on, let's get on with it.

I don't need all that jazz
about smugglers and pirates.

PIERRE: Listen tomorrow night
for the concluding adventure...

...of The Black Pirate Ship.

Now it's time
for Annie's secret message...

...for you
members of the secret circle.

Remember, kids...

...only members of Annie's secret circle
can decode Annie's secret message.

Annie is depending on you.

Set your pins to B-2.

Twelve. Eleven. Two.

I am in my first secret meeting.

Fourteen. Eleven. Eighteen. Sixteen.

Pierre was in great voice tonight.

I could tell that tonight's message
was really important.

Three. Twenty-five.

That's a message from Annie herself.
Remember, don't tell anyone.

Ninety seconds later,
I'm in the only room in the house...

...where a boy of 9 could sit
in privacy and decode.

Aha! B.

I went to the next. E.

The first word is "be."

S. It was coming easier now.


- Aw, come on, Ralphie. I gotta go.
- Ralph?

I'll be right down, Ma. Gee, whiz.



"Be sure to." Be sure to what?

What was Little Orphan Annie
trying to say? Be sure to what?

Ralphie! Randy has got to go.
Will you please come out?

All right, Ma. I'll be right out.

I was getting closer now.

The tension was terrible.
What was it?

The fate of the planet may hang
in the balance.

Ralphie, Randy's gotta go!

I'll be right out, for crying out loud!

Gee, almost there.

My fingers flew.
My mind was a steel trap.

Every pore vibrated.
It was almost clear.

Yes, yes, yes!

"Be sure to drink your Ovaltine."


A crummy commercial?

Son of a bitch.

I went out to face the world again.


- Red cabbage?
- That's for tomorrow night.

You love red cabbage, Ralphie.

You filthy system...!

Smelly watt-buster...

What happened next
was a family controversy for years.

What was that? what happened?

What happened?

What broke?

I don't know what happened.

I was watering my plant
and I broke your lamp.

Don't you touch that.

You were always jealous of this lamp.

- Jealous of a plastic leg?
- Jealous!

Jealous because I won.

That's ridiculous. Jealous.
Jealous of what?

That is the ugliest lamp
I have ever seen...

...in my entire life!

Now it was out.

Get the glue.

- We're out of glue.
- Get...!

You used up all the glue on purpose!

The old man stood quivering
with fury...

...stammering, as he tried to come up
with a real crusher.

Not a finger!

With as much dignity
as he could muster...

...the old man gathered up
the sad remains...

...of his shattered major award.

Later that night, alone in the backyard,
he buried it next to the garage.

Now, I could never be sure...

...but I thought that I heard
the sound of "Taps" being played.


Know what I'm getting
my old man for Christmas?

- No. What?
- A rose that squirts.

People come to smell it,
it squirts them.

I'm getting my old man a Flit gun.

- A Flit gun?
- Yeah.

Stop right there.

- If Dill said hi to you, you felt great.
- Who, me?

- Warm inside.
- Yeah, you. Get over here.

- But mostly, he just hit you in the mouth.
- I can't now, Grover.

- I've gotta see Miss Shields.
- Yeah.

- Hey, come here! Get over here.
- Come back here. Come on, you!

SCUT: Yeah, come on!
GROVER: Hey, come here!

- You. Come here.
- Who, me?

No, your Aunt Tilly.
Yeah, you. Get over here.

I left Flick to certain annihilation.

But BB-gun mania knows no loyalties.

Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle.

Uncle! Uncle!

All right, class...

...I have your Christmas themes
for you.

I'm pleased.

In general, you did very well.

However, I was disappointed
in the margins.

Huh-huh-huh, this is it.

C plus? Oh, no, it can't be.

C plus?

C plus?

C plus!

Oh, no!

"You'll shoot your eye out"?

Oh, no.

My mother must have gotten
to Miss Shields.

There could be no other explanation.

You'll shoot your eye out
You'll shoot your eye out

Was there no end to this conspiracy
of irrational prejudice...

...against Red Ryder
and his peacemaker?

These multiplication
questions were most missed...

...in our last math test.

Would you answer in unison, please?

I was surrounded by happier kids...

...who were all going to get
what they wanted for Christmas.


Hey, four-eyes.

How'd you like
your snowball sandwich?

Maybe you'd like another one.

Listen, jerk.

When I tell you to come,
you better come.

What, are you gonna cry now?

Come on, crybaby, cry for me.

Come on. Cry.

Deep in the recesses of my brain...

...a tiny, red-hot little flame
began to grow.

- Hey!
- Something had happened.

A fuse blew
and I had gone out of my skull.

Hey. Hey!

Hey, kid!

I'm telling my dad.

Hey, Ralphie! All right, Ralphie.

Beat him up! Beat him up!

- Come on, hit him!
- Hit him!

- Hang him!
- Hit him! Kill him!

You no-good damn knuckle!
Fanged dongs stinking bitch!

- Come on.
- Enough with you, dork head.

Did you hear what he said?

Holy smokes!

I have since heard of people
under extreme duress...

...speaking in strange tongues.

I became conscious
that a steady torrent of obscenities...

...and swearing of all kinds
was pouring out of me as I screamed.

Ralph, shh, your mother.

Ralphie! Ralphie! Ralphie!






Come on. We're going home.
Come on.


Let's go, man. Come on.
Let's go.

Calm down. Come on in here, Ralph.

Get in there.

Okay. Put your head down in there.

Come on. Get down in here.

Settle down.

Honey, I want you to go in there...

...and lie down in your room
for a while.

Ralphie, just settle down.

Come on. Here, dry off.

Calm down.

All right. Now go lie down.

The light was getting purple
and soft outside.

Almost time for my father
to come home from work.



What's the matter?
What are you crying for?

Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie.

No, he's not.

- Yes, he is too.
- No, he's not.

I promise you,
Daddy is not going to kill Ralphie.

Why don't you come on out of there?


Would you like some milk?

You would?

Here you go.

All right?

I'll see you later?

Okay. Bye-bye.

I heard the car roar up the driveway,
and a wave of terror broke over me.

He'll know what I said,
the awful things that I've said.

Get out of here. Go on.
Get out of here!

Go on home, you mangy mutts.
Get out of here, you rotten, filthy...!

Hey, Bumpus. Get over here
and get your stinking dogs!

Hey, come on, what's
for dinner? I'm starving to death.

Well, what happened today?

Where's your glasses?

Did you lose your glasses again?

Uh, Ralphie, remember you left these
on the radio again.

Now, try not to do that anymore.

So, what else happened today?

Oh, nothing much.

Ralphie had a fight.

A fight? What kind of a fight?

Oh, you know how boys are.

I gave him a talking-to.

I see that the Bears
are playing Green Bay on Sunday.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Zudock's got tickets. I wish I had.

Oh, well, he'll freeze his keister off
out there.

I slowly began to realize
I was not about to be destroyed.

The Chicago Bears.

The terror of the midway.
What a laugh...

From then on, things were different
between me and my mother.

Well, more like
the Chicago Chipmunks, maybe.

But Bears, never.


Even something as monumental
as the Scut Farkus affair...

...as it came to be known,
was pushed out of my mind...

...as I struggled for a way out
of the impenetrable BB-gun web...

...in which my mother
had me trapped.


Yeah, I'll ask Santa.

Of course. Santa.

The big man. The head honcho.

The connection.

My mother had slipped up this time.

- Mickey! Mickey!
- Yeah!

Mom, the store's gonna close soon
and Santa's gonna be gone.

Ralphie, Santa's not going anyplace.
Just be still.

Mom, this is just the same
old dumb parade as last year.

Ralphie, will you please calm down?

- Mom!
- Hush!

Shut up, Ralphie.

- There he is.
- Santa, Santa!


Hey, Merry Christmas! Ho-ho-ho!


Have you been a good boy? Have you?

Can we go now? Can we go?

- Yes.
- Yes, we can go now.

Come on, Ralphie.

Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Ho-ho-ho!

Come on, Randy, hurry up.

Santa can't wait all night. Let's go.


Ralphie, look over there.

- See, the line's not so long.
- Yeah.

Go get in it. Take Randy's hand
and hold on to him.

- We will see you later, okay?
- Yeah, stay together, don't get lost.


Come on. Let's go.

Young man.

Hey, kid.
Just where do you think you're going?

Going up to see Santa.

The line ends here.

It begins there.

Merry Christmas! Ho-ho-ho!

Come on, come up, boys and girls.

Hurry up.

Let's go.

Oh, no.

Come on.

The line waiting to see Santa Claus
stretched all the way...

...back to Terre Haute.

And I was at the end of it.

- Merry Christmas.
- I like Santa.


Come on. Welcome. Come on.

Let's face it.
Most of us were scoffers.

But moments before zero hour,
it did not pay to take chances.

The chocolate snowman
eats little boys.

I'll get you, my pretty.

What a tasty little boy.

Don't bother me.

I'm thinking.

I like The Wizard of Oz.


I like the Tin Man.

If Higbee thinks I'm working
one minute past 9, he can kiss my foot.

Come on, up on Santa's lap.

There's a wet one.

And what's your name, little boy?

- Have you been a good boy?
- Come on, Randy.

And what do you want
for Christmas, Billy?

A toy truck? Get him off my lap.

Quick, get me a towel.

Bye, Billy. Ho-ho-ho!

Oh, I hate the smell of tapioca.

Attention, shoppers.
It is now 9 p.m. and our store is closed.

Nine o'clock? Great Scott!

The store's gonna close.

Santa can't wait all night. Let's go.

Come on up on Santa's lap.


Get moving, kid.

Quit dragging your feet.

Come up. Ho-ho-ho!



Uh-oh. Get him out of here.

Come on, kid.


Come on.

Come on up. Come on up there.




And what's your name, little boy?

Hey, kid, hurry up, the store's closing.

Come on!

Listen, little boy, we got a lot of people
waiting here, so get going.

Come on. Yeah. Come on.

What do you want for Christmas,
little boy?

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?

Football. Football. What's a football?

Without conscious will,
my voice squeaked out:

- Yeah.
- Football.

Okay, get him out of here.

A football. Oh, no.
What was I doing?

- Wake up, stupid, wake up. No!
- 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.




And we're here to see the Wizard
The wonderful wizard of Oz...

I'll see you in Oz, folks.

Well, did you...?


- Did you see Santa Claus?
- Yeah.

Did you tell him
what you wanted for Christmas?

- Yeah.
- Did he ask you if you'd been a good boy?


Don't worry, he knows.

He always knows.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Ho-ho-ho.

Okay, down you go. Bye-bye, Chris.

Merry Christmas. Ho-ho-ho!

That's fine.

Now, wait a minute.
All right. Plug her in.

It is, it is.

Well, the green string is out.

No, the green is on.
It's the blue that's out.

Oh, don't tell me what color it is.
I'm not colorblind.

I'm not colorblind either.


There, see, I told you it was green.

Hold it! Don't anybody move!

Hold it right there!

A fuse is out.

The old man could replace fuses
quicker than a jackrabbit on a date.

He bought them by the gross.


- Ah.
- Oh, well.

My, isn't that pretty?

Hot son of a gun.

No, that star is crooked.

That star is perfectly straight.

- Careful!
- That'll do it. It's all right. That's it.

- Oh, be careful.
- I am, I am. It's...

Come on, let's set up the other thing.
Just let me get it fixed.

That's all right.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Hey! Perfect.

Oh, goodness, look at the time.

I hope Santa hasn't had
to pass up this house...

...just because some boys
weren't in bed when he came by.

Yeah, I thought I heard
Santa's sleigh bells...

...a little while ago going up
the other side of the street.

- All right, you two, upstairs.
- Come on.

Come on. On the double,
on the double:

Okay, let's get them.



Randy. Randy, come on.
Get up, Randy.

Santa Claus had come.

Wow, a truck. That's mine!

Wow, look over here! That's mine!

Oh, what's in here?

Oh, it's hard.

Fire truck. Oh, boy, that's mine!


Does this raise?

Dad, Dad.

Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas, you two.
- Merry Christmas.

Now, Randy, no.
Wait for Christmas to start, honey.

- I wanna play Santa.
- Well, wait a minute, Randy.

You played Santa.
He played Santa last year, didn't he?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Ralphie, you play Santa this time.

- Come on, Ralphie.
- Well, who should I start with?

- Well, give Randy a present.
- Yeah! Yeah!

And I think I see Aunt Clara's gift
to you right over there.

She always sends you
such wonderful presents, Ralphie.

- Give me mine, Ralphie. Come on.
- Okay.

Come on, Ralph.

Christmas had come. Officially.

We plunged into the cornucopia,
quivering with desire...

...and the ecstasy of unbridled avarice.

Didn't I get a tie this year?

Wow. Whoopee!

A zeppelin.

A can of simonize.

Ralphie, what did Aunt Clara give you?
Show everybody.

I don't want to.

Ralphie, show everybody
what Aunt Clara gave you.

Aunt Clara had for years labored
under the delusion...

...that I was not only perpetually
4 years old, but also a girl.

She just always gives you
the nicest things, Ralphie.

Oh, my God.

Oh, isn't that sweet?

Ralph, go upstairs and try it on if you...

I don't want to.

Go upstairs right now
and try on that present.

She went to all that trouble to make it.
Now, go on.

While Ralphie is changing,
I'm gonna play Santa Claus.

Now, let me see. What can I fi...?
Oh, I see something.

- Randy. This is for you, honey.
- Oh, Jesus.

- Oh, and this is for Daddy.
- Oh, boy.

- Here. From me to you.
- Oh!

Thanks a lot.

I wonder what it could be.

Only one way to find out, isn't there?

Well, it's a blue ball.

Oh, it's a bowling ball.

- Thank you, darling.
- Do you like it?

Yes, very much. Very much.

Ralphie! We're waiting!

Oh, come on, Mom.

Right now!

Immediately, my feet began to sweat
as those two fluffy little bunnies...

...with the blue button eyes
stared sappily up at me.

Come down here
so I can see you better.

I just hoped that Flick
would never spot them...

...as the word of this humiliation
could easily make life...

...at Warren G. Harding School
a veritable hell.

Oh! Isn't that cu...?

That is the most precious thing
I've ever seen in my life.

Shut up, Randy.

He looks
like a deranged Easter bunny.

- He does not.
- He does too.

He looks like a pink nightmare.

Are you happy wearing that?

Do you want to take it off?
Tell the kid to take it off.

You'll only wear it when Aunt Clara visits.
Go on and take it off.

Take it off!

My God, would you look at that mess?

- Who's gonna clean the papers up?
- Not me.

- Oh, no?
- Randy did it last year.

Well, he can do it again.

You know, this wine is not bad.

It's not good either, but...
You want a sip?

- Yeah.
- No, you don't.

- Did you have a nice Christmas?
- Yeah, pretty nice.

Yeah? Did you get everything
you wanted?

Well, almost.

Almost, huh? Well, that's life.
Well, there's always next Christmas.


Hey, that's funny.

- What's that over there behind the desk?
- Where?

Over behind the desk
against the wall over there.

Why don't you go check it out?

Go on.

What did we put over there, honey?

Santa Claus probably put it.



Oh, it was beautiful.
I could hardly wait to try it out.

- Do you know how to load it?
- Yeah.


Be careful. That's right.

Be careful.

Don't. They run all over.

Close her up. Close it up.

Can I try it out, Ma? Can I?

- Sure.
- Okay. But outside.

Oh, I still say those things
are dangerous.

No, no! Put on your galoshes
and your coat. It's cold out.

I had one when I was 8 years old.

- What if he hurts himself?
- Hey!

Ralphie, your coat!

- Don't shoot any animals or birds.
- Except the Bumpuses' dogs.

Oh, you hush. Be careful, Ralphie.

Now, it is well-known
throughout the Midwest...

...that the old man
is a turkey junkie.

- A bona fide garley turkicanus freak.
- Go fix your plumbing.

A few days before Christmas
his eyes would begin to gleam...

- ...with a wild and ravenous light.
- Go in the other room.

Okay, Black Bart, now you get yours.

Oh, my God! I shot my eye out.

You'll shoot your eye out, kid.

You'll shoot your eye out
You'll shoot your eye out

Ralphie, you be careful out there.
Don't shoot your eye out.

She hadn't seen. She didn't know.

My eye's all right.
The BB must have hit my glasses.

My glasses.
Oh, no, where are my glasses?

Few things brought such swift
and terrible retribution on a kid...

...as a pair of busted glasses.


Oh, no.

Oh, no. Pulverized.

Oh, no.

For a moment, I thought, I'll fake it.
They'll never know the lens is gone.

Oh, no.

Rapidly my mind evolved
a spectacular plot.

Let's see, an icicle. Yeah.

Falls off the garage
and hits me in the eye.

It would work. It had to work.
Quickly, I whipped up some tears.


What's the matter, honey?

Oh, what happened? What is it?

Let me see that. What is it?

There was this icicle
and it fell off the garage and hit me.

Come on inside out of the cold.
What is this?

- What?
- No, it's okay.

Just read your funnies. It's all right.

Randy. Wake up, Randy.

Oh, God.

It hit my cheek
and it broke my glasses.

- And I tried to get out of the way, but I...
- Let's try this. Wait a second.

There, see, it's just a little bump.

Ralphie, you're lucky
it didn't cut your eye.

Those icicles have been known
to kill people.

- What's going on up there?
- Nothing. We'll be right down.

You stay away from that turkey.

It's got an hour to cook.
You'll get worms.

But what about my glasses?

You can wear the old ones
with the crack in them...

...until we get you
some new ones, okay?

I had pulled it off.

But I left my gun outside.

Yeah. Well, when you get dressed
you can go out and get your gun, okay?

Hold that on there.

Life is like that.

Sometimes at the height of our revelries
when our joy is at its zenith...

...when all is most right
with the world...

...the most unthinkable disasters
descend upon us.

The turkey!

Oh, my God.

You sons of...!

Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!

The heavenly aroma
still hung heavy in the house.

But it was gone. All gone.

No turkey. No turkey sandwiches.
No turkey salad.

No turkey gravy, turkey hash...

...turkey à la king,
or gallons of turkey soup.

Gone! All gone!

All right! Everybody upstairs.
Get dressed.

We are going out to eat.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.
Not "ra, ra, ra, ra"...

...la, la, la, la.

Sing like this:

Try again.

Stop, stop, stop.

Sing something else.

No, no, no, no.
Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Kitchen. Bring food. For customers.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Oh, yes.
- Look at that.

It's a beautiful duck. Yes, it really is.

It's... But you see, it's...

- What?
- It's smiling at me.


- Beautiful.
- Yeah. Yes, it's...

- Wonderful, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

That Christmas would live
in our memories as the Christmas...

...when we were introduced
to Chinese turkey.

All was right with the world.

Oh, honey, come over here.
Look at this.

Ooh, is that beautiful.


Merry Christmas.

Next to me in the blackness
lay my oiled blue-steel beauty.

The greatest Christmas gift
I had ever received...

...or would ever receive.

Gradually, I drifted off to sleep...

...pranging ducks on the wing
and getting off spectacular hip shots.