A Christmas Story1983

Santa Claus:
What do you want for Christmas, little boy?

Ralphie as an Adult:
[narrating] My minded gone blank. I was frantically what I was remembered: I was blowing it, blowing it.

Male Elf:
Come on, kid.

Santa Claus:
How about a nice, uh... football?

Ralphie as an Adult:
Football? What's a football? Without conscious will my voice squeaked out "football".

Santa Claus:
Okay, get him out of here.

Ralphie as an Adult:
A football?!?! Oh, no! What was I doing?! Wake up, stupid! Wake up! No!

Ralphie:
NO! [stops himself and climbs back up exit slide] No, no! I want an official Red Ryder carbine action 200-shot-range model air rifle! [smiles at Santa]

Santa Claus:
You'll shoot your eye out, kid. [ralphie's smile disappears as he notices] Merry Christmas. Ho, Ho, Ho!

Ralphie:
[as Santa Claus pushes him down the exit slide] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!