Mr. Parker:
[admiring Randy sleeping in the mess of gift wrap] My gosh, would you look at that mess? Who's going to clean the papers up?
Ralphie:
Not me.
Mr. Parker:
Oh, really? Randy did it last year.
Ralphie:
Well, he can do it again.
Mr. Parker:
You know, this wine ain't bad. You want a sip?
Ralphie:
Yeah.
Mrs. Parker:
No, you don't. Did you have a nice Christmas?
Ralphie:
Yeah, pretty nice.
Mr. Parker:
Yeah? Did you get everything you wanted?
Ralphie:
[thinking about not getting the BB gun] Well, almost.
Mr. Parker:
Almost, huh? Well, that's life. Well, there's always next Christmas.
Ralphie:
Yep.
Mr. Parker:
[feigns a surprised look] Hey. That's funny. What's that over there behind the desk?
Ralphie:
Where?
Mr. Parker:
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]
Mrs. Parker:
What did we put over there, honey?
Mr. Parker:
[stammers] Uh, Santa Claus probably put it.
Ralphie:
[opens gift to see a Red Ryder BB gun] WOW!
[Mrs. Parker is not pleased at the sight of the BB gun]
Mr. Parker:
[laughs] Do you know how to load it?
Ralphie:
Yeah. [loads gun]
Mr. Parker:
C-careful. They run all over. Close it up. Close it up.
Ralphie:
[delighted] Can I...Can I try it out, Ma? Can I?
Mr. Parker:
Sure.
Mrs. Parker:
[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 Mr. Parker, not pleased]
Mr. Parker:
But...I had one when I was eight years old.
Mrs. Parker:
What if he hurts himself? Ralphie, your coat! Don't shoot any animals or birds.
Mr. Parker:
Except the Bumpuses' dogs!
Mrs. Parker:
Oh, hush. Be careful, Ralphie!
