“I double-dog dare ya!”
Sleeper hit. I suspect that frequent showings on TNT during the holidays have helped tremendously.
“With a compass in the stock and this thing that tells time.”
Deck the harrs with boughs of horry, fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra.
“It’s smiling at me!”
It was pretty fast, though. I came out in 1983 and was re-released in theatres the following year. In 1987 I taped it from a TV broadcast, and it became my own personal tradition to watch it while I trimmed my tree. By the early 90s everyone I knew had every line memorized.
Whoopeeeee! A zeppelin!
I can’t put my arms down!
“I like the Wizard of Oz!”
“Don’t bother me, I… I’m thinking.”
“A football? What’s a football??”
Sons of bitches! Bumpuses!
Flick: Are you kidding? Stick my tongue to that stupid pole? That’s dumb!
Schwartz: That’s 'cause you know it’ll stick!
Flick: You’re full of it!
Schwartz: Oh yeah?
Flick: Yeah!
Schwartz: Well I double-DOG-dare ya!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a “triple dare you”? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.
Schwartz: I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!
Well, put your arms down when you get to school.
I TRIPLE dog dare you.
He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.
He does not!
He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
Scut Farkas. The kid had yellow eyes. Yellow eyes!
I like Santa.
A can of Simoniz.
Deck the harrs of boughs of horry.
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More weirdness. I had the “pleasure” of going to this on Black Friday with my family - you wouldn’t believe the crowds, especially in the gift shop and museum (and all three squeezed into this very residential lower-middle-class Cleveland neighborhood with hardly any parking.) They had some extras hanging around talking about their glory days (including the delivery man of The Leg Lamp.)
It’s the brainchild of the maker of the leg lamps, so of course there are about 6 different sizes and options of leglamps in the gift shop (not to mention b b guns.)
I remember it being on HBO every year at Christmas (though granted not in 24-hour shifts) back in the early-mid-80s, and that is where most folks of my vintage first got hooked.
I never saw it until 2001.