Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!
The soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
He had yellow eyes!
Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl.
Oh, look at that! Will you look at that? Isn’t that glorious? It’s… it’s… it’s indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!
Reference please for us clueless people?
(An image search on Ovaltine didn’t help, although it did give me THIS amusing image.)
It’s not about Ovaltine. It’s about a Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock and this thing which tells time.
Show mommy how the piggies eat! Who’s mama’s little piggy? ::snort snort::
I’ll spoil it:
It is a quote from A Christmas Story
Fra-gee-lay. It must be Italian.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu … dge.
Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!
Only I didn’t say “Fudge.” I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the “F-dash-dash-dash” word!
Randy laid there like a slug. It was his only defense!
That hot-damn Olds is froze up again!
You’ll shoot yer eye out, kid!
Can’t someone just find the entire script, copy and paste it, and be done with it? The entire thing is awesome.
Do you know what Ralphie just said?
(whispers into phone)
(From phone) NO! Not that!
Joe
[On Santa] Let’s face it, most of us are scoffers. But moments before zero hour, it did not pay to take chances.
Mundane Noodle!
Deck the harrs with boughs of horry
Fa Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra.
Football? What’s a football?
Ho. Ho. HO.