Ralphie's Dad: Fra-gee-lay. That must be Italian.
Ralphie's Mom: Uh, I think that says 'FRAGILE', dear.
Ralphie's Dad: Oh, yeah.
Ralphie/Narrator: Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl.
Ralphie's Dad: He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.
Ralphie's Mom: He does not!
Ralphie's Dad: He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
Ralphie's Dad: It's a Major Award!
Swede: Shucks, I wouldn't know that. It looks like a lamp.
Ralphie's Dad: What is a lamp, you nincompoop? It's a Major Award. I won it!
Swede: Damn, hell, you say won it?
Ralphie's Dad: Yeah, mind power, Swede; mind power.
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