A Christmas Story 2 Page #5

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what you look like on the inside.

I swear, if you tell Mom and Dad, I will...

uh, nobody's ratting out nobody.

But he's right.

Someone's gotta pay Hank.

Oh, no. Uh-uh.

I know where this is going.

You gotta tell him.

- No, I don't.

- What, tell who?

His old man.

Give me two minutes,

I want a running start. Ha-ha-ha.

Forget it, Flick. Last week,

I dropped a bottle of Dr. Pepper...

...and he almost took my head off

for blowing the deposit.

- You want me to ask him for 85 bucks?

- Why not?

Jingle bells.

Listen to him. He's all jingly.

Jingle all the way.

- Ha!

- Yeah, chin up, buddy.

We're right here with you.

Yeah, great.

He'll take your heads off too.

Uh, maybe we shouldn't

get involved.

- You know, it's a family matter and all.

- There's no choice, Ralph.

There's tons of choices.

I could, uh...

I could lay low at your house

for a couple of months.

Or I can, uh... Hey, we'll join the Navy.

I could join the Navy.

Or I can... I can change my name

and grow a beard.

Maybe not now, but soon.

Or I can, uh... I can...

- I can't feel my legs.

- Whoa.

That's it. Easy.

So long, kid.

Are you sorry for your sins in your life...

...and do you wish for absolution, my son?

Dead kid walking.

Go out like a man!

No.

No.

No! No, please!

Please, please!

No!

Over the fields we go

Ha, ha, ha, laughing all the way.

Hey, how's it going?

Okay, I guess.

Won't know till we plug them in.

If one of these bulbs is bad,

it makes the whole strand worthless.

Heh. Well, you know what they say:

One bad apple, right?

Yeah, that's a good one, Dad.

A perennial.

I was thinking

maybe we could sort of talk.

You can always talk to me,

Ralph, you know that.

Good.

Could I help you with anything?

Hold the ladder? Mow the lawn?

Uh-oh. I know what that means.

- You do?

- Sure.

It means you need a little extra dough

for Christmas, right?

Sure do.

Well, you're lucky.

I'm feeling extravagant tonight.

Yeah. Why don't you get

something nice for your mother?

Huh? Like perfume or a scarf.

From you and Randy.

I'll give you a buck.

I'll give you 2! Huh? Heh, heh.

Thanks, Dad. That's swell.

Could I have 83 more?

Why?

What?

No way.

No way on God's green earth.

But, Dad, he wants to put me in jail.

Please, I will pay you back double.

Well, you're not gonna have to.

Because there's no way

you're getting it from me!

I could give you the money,

but what would that teach you?

- How generous you are.

- No, no, no.

No kid of mine is growing up thinking...

...that he can get somebody else

to buy his way out of a scrape.

You need some money?

You figure out a way

to come up with some.

Hey, you know what they say:

You give a man a fish

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