Santa Claus: And what’s your name, little boy? What do you want for Christmas?
Ralphie as Adult: My mind had gone blank. Frantically I tried to remember what it was I wanted. I was blowing it. Blowing it!
How about a nice . . . football?
Football? Football? What’s a football?
With unconscious will my voice squeaked out ‘football’.
Okay, get him out of here.
A football? Oh no, what was I doing? Wake up, Stupid! Wake up!
No! No! I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.
Enjoy your holiday break. See you next year!