Christmas Vacation

That was beautiful--

Take it, Russ.

Dad, can you explain again

what we're doing?

Sure, Russ. We're kicking off our fun,

old-fashioned family Christmas...

...by heading out into the country

in the old front-wheel drive sleigh...

...to embrace the majesty

of the winter landscape...

...and select that most important

of Christmas symbols.

We're not driving all the way here so

you can get one of those stupid ties...

- ...with the Santa Clauses on it, are we?

- No, I have one of those at home.

What we're looking for today

is the Griswold family Christmas tree.

What we're looking for today

is the Griswold family Christmas tree.

- What's the matter?

- Some jackass is riding my tail.

Slow down and let him pass.

Clark! Don't provoke them.

Hey, kids, look a deer.

Clark, slow down!

You wanna ride behind somebody

who does that?

I'll pull around them

and leave them behind us.

Burn some dust here. Eat my rubber.

Dad, I think what you mean is,

"Burn rubber," and, "Eat my dust."

Whatever, Russ. Whatever.

Eat my road grit, liver lips!

Okay. That's enough of that.

Speaking of trees, kids,

can one of you tell me...

...what the first tree displayed

at the White House was?

Dad, they're back.

Clark, stop it!

I don't want to spend the holidays dead.

Honey, please! I'll do the driving, okay?

Will you just take it easy, Ellen?

I'm in complete control.

I'll get around this egg timer.

Dad. Dad.

- Thank God, we're all right!

- Clark, we're stuck under a truck!

- Do you honestly think I don't f***ing know that?

- Come on, guys, don't fight.

For sh*t's sake,

I didn't do this on purpose!

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

And forgive my husband.

He knows not what he does.

Amen!

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- Oops!

Made pretty good time.

Dad, didn't they invent tree

lots so people wouldn't have to drive...

...all the way out to nowhere

and waste a whole Saturday?

They made them

because people forgot...

...how to have

an old-fashioned Christmas...

...and are satisfied with scrawny,

overpriced trees...

- ...that have no special meaning.

- My toes are numb.

- This is what our forefathers did.

- I can't feel my leg.

They walked out into the woods,

picked it and cut it with their hands.

- Mom, I can't feel my hips.

- Clark.

- Yes, honey?

- Audrey's frozen from the waist.

That's all part of the experience, honey.

There it is.

The Griswold family Christmas tree.

- Isn't it a little big?

- It's not big, it's just full.

- Isn't it a little big?

- It's not big, it's just full.

- Dad, that thing wouldn't fit in our yard.

- It's not going in our yard, Russ.

- Dad, that thing wouldn't fit in our yard.

- It's not going in our yard, Russ.

It's going in our living room.

- Look at it.

- It really is beautiful, Clark.

- It's something else, huh, Russ?

- Yeah, Dad.

- Isn't it a beaut, Audrey?

- She'll see it later, hon.

Her eyes are frozen.

Most enduring traditions of the season

are best enjoyed in the warm embrace...

...of kith and kin.

This tree is the symbol of the spirit

of the Griswold Christmas.

Dad, did you bring a saw?

Sh*t.

Looks like the toad overestimated

the height of his living room ceiling.

Hey, Griswold. Where do you think

you're gonna put a tree that big?

Bend over and I'll show you.

You've got a lot of nerve

talking to me like that.

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