Clark:
Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
Bethany:
Is your house on fire, Clark?
Clark:
No, Aunt Bethany, those are the Christmas lights.
[
Todd and Margo Chester, the Griswold's yuppie neighbors, appear]
Todd:
Hey Griswold. Where do you think you're gonna put a tree that big?
Clark:
Bend over and I'll show you.
Todd:
You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that Griswold.
Clark:
I wasn't talking to you.
Clark:
Burn some dust here. Eat my rubber.
Rusty Griswold:
Dad, I think you mean burn rubber and eat my dust.
Clark:
Whatever, Russ. Whatever.
Clark:
Hey. If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, fore-fleshing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?
Clark:
Well I'm gonna park the cars and get check the luggage, and well, I'll be outside for the season.
Clark:
Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?
Eddie:
Naw, I'm doing just fine, Clark.
Clark:
'Tis the season to be merry.
Mary:
That's my name.
Clark:
No shit.
Uncle Lewis:
Hey Grizz, Bethany and I figured out the perfect gift for you.
Clark:
Aw, you didn't have to get me anything.
Uncle Lewis:
Dammit, Bethany, he guessed it.
[
as an entourage of suits - lead by Clark's boss - passes by single file]
Clark:
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah.
Ellen:
What are you looking at?
Clark:
Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer...
[
Eddie, in the driveway, is draining the RV's toilet]
Eddie:
Shitter was full.
Clark:
Ah, yeah. You checked our shitters, honey?
Ellen:
Clark, please. He doesn't know any better.
Clark:
He oughta know it's illegal. That's a storm sewer. If it fills with gas, I pity the person who lights a match within ten yards of it.
Bethany:
Don't throw me down, Clark.
Clark:
I'll try not to, Aunt Bethany...
Ruby Sue:
Rocky bit my thumb. Him's nervous.
Clark:
Nervous or excited?
Ruby Sue:
Shittin' bricks.
Clark:
You shouldn't use that word.
Ruby Sue:
Sorry. Shittin' rocks
Ellen:
Clark, Audrey's frozen from the waist down.
Clark:
That's all part of the experience, honey.
Eddie:
I don't know if I oughta go sailin' down no hill with nothin' between the ground and my brains but a piece of government plastic.
Clark:
Do you really think it matters, Eddie?
Clark:
We're kicking off our fun old fashion family Christmas by heading out into the country in the old front-wheel drive sleigh to embrace the frosty majesty of the winter landscape and select that most important of Christmas symbols.
Audrey:
We're not coming all the way out here just to get one of those stupid ties with Santa Clauses on it are we?
Clark:
No, I have one of those at home.
Eddie:
You surprised to see us, Clark?
Clark:
Oh, Eddie... If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am now.
[
talking about Snot, Eddie's dog]
Eddie:
If you scratch his belly, Clark, he will love you till the day you die.
Clark:
I really shouldn't, Eddie. My hands are all chapped.
Eddie:
If that cat had nine lives it sure used 'em all.
Ellen:
I don't know what to say, except it's Christmas and we're all in misery.
Todd:
Well, something had to come through the window! Something had to break the stereo!
Margo:
And why is the carpet all wet, *Todd*?
Todd:
I don't *know*, Margo!
Eddie:
Every time Catherine would turn on the microwave, I'd piss my pants and forget who I was for about half an hour.
Audrey:
Do you sleep with your brother? Do you know how sick and twisted that is?
Ellen:
Well, I'm sleeping with your father. Don't be so dramatic.
Audrey:
I hope nobody I know drives by and sees me standing in the yard staring at the house in my pajamas.
Art:
If they know your dad, they won't think anything of it.
Ellen:
Oh Aunt Bethany, you shouldn't have done that.
Aunt Bethany:
Oh dear, did I break wind?
Uncle Lewis:
Jesus, did the room clear out, Bethany? Hell no, she means presents. You shouldn't have brought presents.
Art:
You want to hurry this up, Clark? I'm freezing my baguettes off.
Clark:
Since this is Aunt Bethany's 80th Christmas, I think she should lead us in the saying of Grace.
Aunt Bethany:
[
turns to Lewis] What, dear?
Nora Griswold:
Grace!
Aunt Bethany:
Grace? She passed away thirty years ago.
Uncle Lewis:
They want you to say Grace.
[
Bethany shakes her head in confusion]
Uncle Lewis:
The BLESSING!
Aunt Bethany:
[
they all pose for prayer] I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands/ One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Clark:
Amen.
Ellen:
Welcome to our home - what's left of it.
[
after reaching the Griswolds' house]
Aunt Bethany:
Is this the airport, Clark?
Aunt Bethany:
Is Rusty still in the navy?
Aunt Bethany:
What's that sound? You hear it? It's a funny squeaky sound.
Uncle Lewis:
You couldn't hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant.
[
after Clark fails at lighting all the exterior Christmas lights at the "lighting ceremony" in front of the entire family]
Frances:
Talk about pissing your money away. I hope you kids see what a silly waste of resources this was.
Audrey:
He worked really hard, Grandma.
Art:
So do washing machines.
Clark:
[
a squirrel is loose in the house] Where is Eddie? He usually eats these goddam things.
Cousin Catherine Johnson:
Not recently, Clark. He read that squirrels were high in cholesterol.
Margo:
You just march over there and slug that creep in the face.
Todd:
I can't just attack someone.
Margo:
Alright then, if you're not man enough to put an end to this shit, then I am.
Uncle Lewis:
Hey Gris, if you're not doing anything constructive, run into the living room and get my stogey.
Clark:
Is there anything else I can do for you, Uncle Lewis?
Ellen:
He's an old man. This may be his last Christmas.
Clark:
If he keeps it up, it WILL be his last Christmas.
Clark:
Hey, Kids, I heard on the news that an airline pilot spotted Santa's sleigh on it's way in from New York City.
Eddie:
[
after a pause] You serious, Clark?
Clark:
I simply solved the problem. We needed a coffin... Er, a tree. There are no lots open on Christmas Eve. Lewis burned down my tree so I replaced it as best I could. Voilą.
Ellen:
Are you okay?
Clark:
[
the newel post is wobbly so Clark cuts it off with a chain saw] Fixed the newel post.
Clark:
Russ, go get the hammer.
Ellen:
Clark, what do you need a hammer for?
Clark:
I'm gonna catch it in the coat... And smack it with the hammer.
Clark:
Russ, we checked every bulb, didn't we?
Rusty Griswold:
Sure, Dad.
Clark:
Hmm... Maybe we ought to just go up there and check...
Rusty Griswold:
Oh, woo. Look at the time. I gotta get to bed. I still gotta brush my teeth, feed the hog, still got some homework to do, still got those bills to pay, wash the car...
Mr. Frank Shirley:
[
picks up the phone receiver] Get me somebody. Anybody. And get me somebody while I'm waiting.
Clark:
Oh, I was just smelling - smiling. I was just blouse - browsing. I, uh, heh heh. Well, I guess it just wouldn't... Oh hee hee, it wouldn't be the Christmas shopping season if the stores were any less hooter than they - HOTTER than they are. Whew. It is warm in here, isn't it?
Mary:
You have your coat on.
Clark:
Yes, oh do I? Yeah, it is a bit nipply out. I mean nippy. What am I saying, nipple?
Clark:
Our holidays were always such a mess.
Clark Sr.:
Oh, yeah.
Clark:
How'd you get through it?
Clark Sr.:
I had a lot of help from Jack Daniels.
Ruby Sue:
Uncle Clark, are you sure you ain't Santa Claus?
Clark:
I'm sure... I can't even afford to be an elf.
Clark Sr.:
SQUIRREL!
Ellen:
Clark, I think it'd be best if everyone went home... before things get worse.
Clark:
WORSE? How could things get any worse? Take a look around here, Ellen. We're at the threshold of hell.
Clark:
The most enjoying traditions of the season are best enjoyed in the warm embrace of kith and kin. Thith tree is a thymbol of the thpirit of the Griswold family Chrithmath.
Ellen:
You set standards that no family activity can live up to.
Clark:
When have I ever done that?
Ellen:
Parties, weddings, anniversaries, funerals, holidays, vacations, graduations...
Clark:
I dedicate this house to the Griswold Family Christmas.
Audrey:
Would it be indecent to ask the grandparents to stay at a hotel?
[
Todd Chester stares in horror at Eddie draining the RV toilet]
Eddie:
Merry Christmas. Shitter was full.
Eddie:
[
walks in with a bound and gagged Mr. Shirley tied with a big red ribbon] Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, Clark.
[
to Mr. Shirlet]
Eddie:
You about ready to do some kissing?
Clark:
My cousin in-law, whose heart is bigger than his brain...
Eddie:
I appreciate that, Clark.
Clark:
...Is innocent.
Mr. Frank Shirley:
Remember how I was toying with the idea of suspending the Christmas bonuses?
Mrs. Helen Shirley:
You *didn't*! Well, of all the cheap lousy ways to save a buck!
SWAT Commander:
That's pretty low, mister! If I had a rubber hose, I would beat you into a...
Mr. Frank Shirley:
I changed my mind. I'm reinstating all the bonuses.
Clark:
I think you've made a terrible mistake.
SWAT Commander:
I told you to freeze, mister.
Clark:
May we blink?
Margo:
I hope he falls and breaks his neck.
Todd:
Oh, I'm sure he'll fall. But I don't think we're lucky enough for him to break his neck.
Clark:
Aunt Bethany, does your cat eat jello?
Audrey:
[
Commenting on sleeping with her brother] I have nightmares about was he does when I'm NOT lying next to him.
Clark:
Later dudes! Let er' rip, hang ten!
Art:
It was an ugly tree anyway.
Rusty Griswold:
Dad, this tree won't fit in our back yard.
Clark:
It's not going in the yard, Russ. It's going in the living room.
Clark:
So, when did you get the tenament on wheels?
Eddie:
Oh, that uh, that there's an RV. Yeah, yeah, I borrowed it off a buddy of mine. He took my house, I took the RV. It's a good looking vehicle, ain't it?
Clark:
Yeah, it looks so nice parked in the driveway.
[
Raises class to his mouth]
Eddie:
Yeah, it sure does. But, don't you go falling in love with it now, because, we're taking it with us when we leave here next month.
[
Clark nearly chokes on his drink]
Art:
The little lights... they aren't twinkling.
Clark:
I know, Art. Thanks for noticing.
Ellen:
Clark! I don't want to spend the Holidays dead!
Clark:
Whew, it's warm in here.
Mary:
Well you have your coat on.
Clark:
Ah yes I do, why is that?
Mary:
Because it's cold out.
Clark:
Yes it is, it's a bit nipply out. I mean nippy out, what did I say, nipple? Huh, there is a nip in the air.
Art:
[
a messenger delivers Clark's envelope with his "bonus", the family looks questioningly] What is it? A letter confirming your reservation at the nuthouse?
Clark:
[
realizes his bonus is a jelly-club membership] If this isn't the biggest bag-over-the-head, punch-in-the-face I ever got, GOD DAMN IT!
[
kicks widly at the presents under the tree]
Clark:
[
Clark is about to cut the rope holding the branches of his huge Christmas tree] I give you the Griswold family Christmas tree.
[
He cuts the rope, and the branches fly out, breaking windows and surrounding Clark]
Clark:
Lotta sap in here! Mmmm... Looks great! Little full, lotta sap.
Eddie:
Don't forget the rubber sheets and gerbils.
Eddie:
[
holding Aunt Bethany's present] This one here, is leaking.
[
Ellend sticks her finger in it seeing that it's Jello, while Eddie licks it off her finger]
Eddie:
It's lime.
Clark:
I can't believe you're standing here in my living room, Eddie. Never thought the day would come.
Eddie:
Yeah I'm excited about it too.
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