A Christmas Story1983

The Old Man:
[admiring Randy sleeping in the mess of gift wrap] My god, would you look at that mess? Who's going to clean the papers up?

Ralphie:
Not me.

The Old Man:
Oh, really? Randy did it last year.

Ralphie:
Well, he can do it again.

The Old Man:
You know, this wine ain't bad. You want a sip?

Ralphie:
Yeah.

Mother:
No, you don't. Did you have a nice Christmas?

Ralphie:
Yeah, pretty nice.

The Old Man:
Yeah? Did you get everything you wanted?

Ralphie:
[thinking about not getting the BB gun] Well, almost.

The Old Man:
Almost, huh? Well, that's life. Well, there's always next Christmas.

Ralphie:
Yep.

The Old Man:
[feigns a surprised look] Hey. That's funny. What's that over there behind the desk?

Ralphie:
Where?

The Old Man:
Uh...behind the desk against the wall over there... Go check it out. Go on.

[Ralphie goes to the desk and pulls out a large present]

Mother:
What did we put over there, honey?

The Old Man:
[stammers] Uh, Santa Claus probably put it.

Ralphie:
[opens gift to see a Red Ryder BB gun] WOW! [Mother is not pleased at the sight of the BB gun, The Old Man laughs, Ralphie takes the gun out of the box]

Ralphie as an Adult:
[narrating] Oh, it was beautiful! I can't hardly wait to try it out.

The Old Man:
Do you know how to load it?

Ralphie:
Yeah. [loads gun]

The Old Man:
C-careful. They'll run all over... Close it up, close it up.

Ralphie:
[delighted] Can I... Can I try it out, Ma? Can I?

The Old Man:
Sure.

Mother:
[reluctantly] Okay. But outside. Oh... I still say those things are dangerous. [Ralphie leaves] No, no! Put on your galoshes and your coat. It's cold out! [looks at The Old Man, not pleased]

The Old Man:
But...I had one when I was eight years old.

Mother:
What if he hurts himself? Ralphie, your coat! Don't shoot any animals or birds!

The Old Man:
Except the Bumpuses' dogs!

Mother:
Oh, hush. Be careful, Ralphie!