A Christmas Story 2 Page #3

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I already knew that planting seeds

into one's subconscious...

...was a delicate operation indeed.

You know, I heard that 31 percent

of American households...

...had second cars.

Careful. Don't tip your hand.

Not that we need one.

I just thought it was interesting.

Well, we are living

in prosperous times, I guess.

Oh, yeah, country's on a roll.

Sky's the limit. Ha-ha-ha.

Coach caught Mikey Witlin

eating his boogers in gym.

Still, when Dad's got a

road game in bowling

league or Aunt Clara and

uncle Bill are in town...

Randy, mouth closed when you chew.

Go on.

Heh. Nothing.

I just think it might be nice

to have some extra wheels around.

And maybe you could even get

your driver's license.

Oh, well done.

You know,

that is something to consider.

- What's that?

- Well, what Ralphie just said.

I mean, he is almost 16, right?

And we could...

Wait.

Wait.

Listen.

No. Not now. Anytime but now.

Aah!

It's a clinker!

Aha!

You are mine!

I guess we'll talk about it

some other time.

As the old man would say,

close, but no cigar.

Oh, how I loved band practice.

For 45 minutes, twice a week...

...Drucilla and I could be together.

Not face-to-face, but still close enough...

...to smell her

lavender-scented shampoo.

Someday, my beauty,

there'll be a veil upon that hair.

And I'll lift it, so our lips can meet...

...as they pronounce us man and wife.

A little less holiday spirit, Mr. Parker.

From the top, people.

One, two, one, two.

At least there was one beauty

I had a chance of winning.

One look at my magnificent Merc...

...and the guys would surely be able

to fathom my pangs of longing.

And here's the beauty part.

It's the most gorgeous ride

on the lot, and nobody cares.

Nobody?

No one's paying attention.

She's gathering dust.

I could pick it up for a song, I know it.

Uh, green, right?

Yes. I'm calling her Emerald Express.

Yeah, who wouldn't want that beauty?

But it was in the garage. It was dirty.

Uh, guess he washed it.

Must have a hose somewhere.

Uh, maybe you can borrow it

to hang yourself.

There it was. Taunting me.

Deal of the day

could only mean one thing.

At any moment, hundreds of buyers

would stampede down Hohman Avenue...

...begging to be the first one

to hurl a checkbook at Hank.

Pay to the order of "ruin my life."

Hate to break it to you, chief...

...but wanting and owning

are two different things.

I'd say he had got

a better chance with Drucilla.

- You think it's open?

- Why?

I wanna see what it's like

behind the wheel. Just once.

You kidding? The guy's inside,

you'll get in trouble.

Hey, my dad's like royalty here.

He just sent us a calendar.

Take them. Come on, Schwartz,

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