Notafinga!!
I can’t put my arms down!!
So…when the seminal Christmas movie of your childhood turns up TCM cheek and jowl with Bing Crosby and Barbara Stanwyck, does that mean you’re old? It means you’re old, doesn’t it?
Crap.
“In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.”
Someone beat me to it but this is one of my favorite lines ever.
That just sent me into a five minute laughing fit. Thanks yo.
Mundane noodle!
Getting ready to go to school was like getting ready for extended deep-sea diving.
You can put your arms down when you get to school.
What brought you to this loooooowwwwllllllyy state?
It was…it was…soap poisoning.
I like Santa.
Flick? Flick who?
Wow, can I seriously be the first one with:
“I want an official Red Ryder carbine-action, two hundred shot Range Model air rifle!”
and
“Oh my God! I shot my eye out!”
I guess some tinker toys would be fine.
My father’s spare tires were only tires in the academic sense. They were round, and had once been made of rubber.
MISS SHIELDS: Now, don’t you feel terrible? Don’t you feel remorse for what you have done? Well, that’s all I’m going to say about poor Flick.
RALPHIE NARRATING: Adults loved to say things like that but kids knew better. We knew darn well it was always better not to get caught.
Only one thing in the world could’ve dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
I just want to tell you both good luck. We’re all counting on you.
Ralphie’s Mom (on the phone to Mrs Schwartz ): Do you know what Ralphie just said? (whispers into the phone)
Mrs Schwartz (muffled through the receiver) Wah!?? Yah! Not that!
Ralphie’s Mom: Yes, that. Do you know where he heard it?
Mrs Schwartz (muffled through the receiver) Probably from his father!
You love red cabbage.
Psstt. Post #38. 