All language subtitles for Christmas.Vacation.1989.720p.BluRay.x264.[YTS.MX]-English

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 frosty majesty
of the winter landscape. . .

. . .and select that most important
of Christmas symbols.

We're not driving all the way out 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'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 Christmas 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.

-We're all right! Thank God, we're all right!
-Clark, we're stuck under a truck!

-Do you honestly think I don't know that?
-Come on, you guys, don't fight.

For chrissake,
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 ! Oh, my God !

Made pretty good time.

Dad, didn't they invent Christmas tree lots
so people wouldn't have to drive. . .

. . .all the way out to nowhere
and waste a whole Saturday?

They invented 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.

-Kids, this is what our forefathers did.
-I can't feel my leg.

They walked out into the woods, picked out
the tree and cut it with their hands.

-Mom, I can't feel my hips.
-Clark.

-Yes, honey?
-Audrey's frozen from the waist down.

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.

-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, honey.

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 family Christmas.

Dad, did you bring a saw?

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.

I wasn't talking to you.

Clark, do you think there's enough room
for the angel?

Oh, sure, honey. I have
a little more trimming to do. . .

. . . but that won't be a problem.
Ready?

I give you
the Griswold family Christmas tree.

There's a lot of sap in here.

It looks great. A little full. A lot of sap.

-Did I tell you I talked to my mother today?
-And?

They've decided they're coming
for Christmas too.

-It's not too late to change our plans.
-No, no, that's great. That's great.

You're forgetting how difficult
it's gonna be. . .

. . . having everybody in the house
at the same time.

Honey, they're family.
They're not strangers off the street.

-All they do is argue.
-Christmas is about resolving differences. . .

. . .and seeing through the problems
of family life.

Yeah. And it's about my mother accusing
your mother of buying cheap hot dogs.

And your mother accusing my mother
of waxing her upper lip.

-And then they don't speak to each other--
-Your mother waxes her upper lip?

-She has for years.
-It doesn't show.

-I don't know, Sparky. I have this feeling--
-Ellen.

I want to have Christmas
here in our house.

It means a lot to me. All my life
I've wanted to have a big family Christmas.

I know.

It's just that I know how you build
things up in your mind, Sparky.

You set standards that no family event
can ever live up to.

When have I ever done that?

-Parties. Weddings. Anniversaries.
-Good night, honey.

-Funerals. Holidays.
-Oh, great.

Vacations. Graduations.

You should be looking at
a fat Christmas bonus this year, huh?

Word is you're an excellent choice to be
named Food Additive Designer of the Year.

I'm not kidding.

What's that new thing you got
at Food and Drug?

Oh, the crunch enhancer?
Yeah, it's a non-nutritive cereal varnish.

It's semipermeable, not osmatic.
It coats and seals the flake. . .

-. . . prevents the milk from penetrating it.
-Yeah.

-It's a beautiful product.
-I like it, yeah.

The question is,
what will you do with that bonus?

-Gonna blow it on yourself, I hope.
-Me? Heck, no.

Take a look at this.

I hope my Christmas bonus check
will cover it.

Oh, my God, you're putting in a pool.

I went ahead and I put a $7500
deposit down on it.

You're the last true family man.

-Mark.
-Clark.

That's Bill, sir.

Were you working on that
non-nutritive cereal varnish?

-Yes, sir.
-I've got to give a speech to a trade group.

I'd like to mention it. Write a brief summary
and have it to me by the end of the day.

-My pleasure.
-Layman's terms.

None of that inside bullshit jargon
nobody understands.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Shirley. We got
your Christmas card the other day. . .

. . .and my family and I are very flattered
that you remembered us.

Corporate cards.

-Don't forget that report, Bill.
-Yes, sir. Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass.
Happy Hanukkah.

Can I show you something?

I was just smelling-- Smiling.
I was just blouse-- Browsing.

For your wife or your girlfriend?

What? What happened?

I guess it wouldn't be any--

Wouldn't be the Christmas shopping
season if stores were less hooter--

Hotter than they are.

-It is warm in here.
-You have your coat on.

-Yes. Oh, do I? How did that happen?
-Because it's cold out.

Yes. Yes. It is. It's a bit nipply out.
I mean, nippy out.

What did I say, nipple?

-There is a nip in the air though.
-Can I take something out for you?

I was just. . . . I was just looking
at something for my wife.

-God rest her soul.
-Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

Oh, no, no, she's not dead.
We're just divorced. She's history.

Obviously she doesn't wear underwear.
And there are plenty of shopping days left. . .

. . . until adultery-- Adulthood.
Which is to say Christmas, as in Yule.

Yule log. Not a log, I don't have a log.
But, I mean, you know, just if I had a log. . .

. . . not in the sense that you think
I said I did. Good golly.

'Tis the season to be merry.

-Well, that's my name.
-No shit.

What do these do? Do they clip on here?
Down there?

-Would you like this one?
-Sure.

These are cut really high on the hip.
Look, I'm wearing something similar.

See? You can't see the line.

-You can't see the line, can you, Russ?
-No.

No.

That's a Christmas present
from a very dear friend of mine.

Look, Daddy, teacher says
every time a bell rings. . .

...an angel gets his wings.

Folks! Folks! Folks! Merry Christmas.

-Hey! How you doing, son?
-Fine.

There he is! Oh, my boy.

-Look at how big you've gotten.
-Merry Christmas.

-Mom.
-Sweetheart.

Oh, knock on the door.
Lift up the ladder.

-Listen. Doesn't Nora look old?
-You promised.

-Of course I do.
-They took a pint of fluid out of my back.

Do you see this mole?
This mole on my neck?

-Think it's changing color?
-No.

-You keep touching it, it's getting redder.
-I got hemorrhoids. Can you believe that?

-Oh, Mother.
-Isn't that terrible?

-You're not getting the garage space.
-After what you did--

I'm doing the parking.
Russ, you want to help?

Mom, they're not sleeping in my room.
I'm gonna go crazy, Mom.

Sweetheart. Your grandma Nora's
got a real painful burr on my heel.

If you rub it for me,
I'll give you a whole quarter.

-A quarter. A quarter.
-I'll give Audrey a quarter too.

-I'm gonna put my car in the garage!
-He damaged my car, you believe that?

I'll park the cars.

This is what Christmas is all about.

I'll park the cars
and check the luggage. . .

. . .and yeah, I'll be outside for the season.

We're gonna have the best-looking house
in town.

-I've always wanted to do this.
-That's a lot of lights, Dad.

I'm sure it's a lot of work too,
but if I'm out in the cold. . .

. . .and I'm committed to decorating
the house, I'm gonna do it right. . .

. . .and I'm gonna do it big.

You want something you can be proud of,
don't you?

-Yeah, I guess so.
-Sure you do.

-You think you might be overdoing it, Dad?
-When was the last time I overdid anything?

Come on, unravel these.

You have to check every bulb.
Got a little knot here. You work on that.

I'll get the other box.

-I hope he falls and breaks his neck.
-I'm sure he'll fall.

But I don't think we're lucky enough
to have him break his neck.

Let's go.

Boy, these gusty winds appear to be playing
havoc with that giant nutcracker float.

At this point l can't even see the nuts.
They must have blown away.

But nothing is going to dampen the spirit
of this holiday crowd, l can tell you that.

Oh, here they are. Here come the nuts.
These look like giant nuts to me.

Yeah, l'm reminded of a couple years ago,
the winds were so high here...

...we almost lost Santa's reindeer.

Rudolph's red nose took out a third floor
window at Marshall Field's.

They better keep their eyes out
on their nuts before someone gets hurt.

Would it be indecent to ask
the grandparents to stay at a hotel?

Audrey.

Well, can we at least forbid them
to answer the phone?

Alex called this morning. Grandpa Clark
told him I couldn't come to the phone. . .

-. . . because I was going to the bathroom.
-We're all making sacrifices, Audrey.

Everybody? Do you sleep with your brother?

Do you know how sick and twisted
that is, Mom?

Well, I'm sleeping with your father.
Don't be so dramatic.

I have nightmares about
what he does in his bed. . .

. . .when I'm not lying right next to him.

Well, I don't know what to say except
it's Christmas and we're all in misery.

Ellen, are you smoking again?

No!

Hey, Dad, where do you want
these reindeer?

Just put them down there on the lawn,
Russ.

I can't find the Santa Claus.

It's in the basement. We'll get it later.

-Clark. Dinner's ready.
-Okay, honey. I'm starving.

Obviously something
had to break the window!

Something had to hit the stereo!

-And why is the carpet all wet, Todd?
-I don't know, Margo.

You want to hurry this up, Clark?
I'm freezing my baguettes off.

Two hundred and fifty strands of light,
1 00 individual bulbs per strand. . .

. . .for a grand total of 25,000
imported Italian twinkle lights.

-Twenty-five thousand.
-Well, I hope nobody I know drives by. . .

. . .and sees me standing in the yard,
staring at the house in my pajamas.

If they know your dad,
they won't think anything of it.

Fire it up, Dad !

I dedicate this house
to the Griswold family Christmas.

Drum roll, please.

Drum roll.

-Beautiful, Clark.
-Talk about pissing your money away.

I hope you kids see
what a silly waste of resources this was.

-He worked really hard, Grandma.
-So do washing machines.

Let's get in where it's warm.

Clark, baby, I can picture it in my mind.
And it's breathtaking.

-Thanks, Mom.
-It's probably a bad bulb, son.

You know, if one goes out,
the whole thing doesn't work.

Now, if I were you
I'd personally check each one.

-I did that, Dad. I can't--
-Now, look, if you need any help. . .

-. . .give me a holler. I'll be upstairs, asleep.
-Thanks.

Sorry, Daddy. It looks good
even if they're not lit.

Thank you, sweetheart.

-Well, Dad, it was a good try.
-Thanks, Russ.

-Russ.
-Yeah?

-We checked every bulb, didn't we?
-Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm sure of it.

I thought so. Well, maybe
we ought to go up there and just get--

Jeez! Look at the time. I gotta get to bed.
Brush my teeth. Feed the hog.

I've still got some homework to do.
Do the laundry. Wash the car.

I've still got those bills to pay. . . .

Clark, don't stay up too late.

Get off me, you little fungus.

Where the hell is that cold coming from?

Hello?

-I need to get a few more--
-Pay by check.

-I will. Not a card?
-No. If they return it, then it's a hassle. . . .

Russ!

-Help!
-Daddy, is Clark coming?

-How would I know?
-Is he in the house?

If he isn't farting around
with his lights, he must be inside.

I'm sure he wants to come shopping
and have lunch with us.

He's got another car. He can drive.
I have to eat so I can take my back pills.

Ellen ! Hey! Ellen !

I want to take off these clothes,
sit with a glass of wine and kiss your body.

-After you shower, of course.
-Of course.

-Sparky?
-Yes, honey.

Are you out here for a reason,
or are you just avoiding the family?

No. I still have a couple hundred
more bulbs to check.

In the meantime, I can light the Santa and
the reindeer and the Merry Christmas sign.

That should look good. Ready?

-You want me to do the drum roll thing?
-No, it's okay. Here goes nothing.

I don't understand it.

The house lights don't work,
the flood lights don't work.

Is it plugged in?

Do you honestly think I would check
thousands of lights. . .

. . . if the extension cord wasn't plugged in?

You used more than one cord, didn't you?

Maybe the kids have been fooling
around with it. I'll check in back.

Clark!

Todd ! What's that light?!

Clark!

Honey, I think I know what's wrong.

I can't see.

No, no, no--
Oh, my God--

This ought to do it.

Ellen, I fixed it!

Oh, God !

Everybody! Come out quick!
Look at the lights!

-Get a towel.
-Okay!

-Wait a minute. I don't believe this!
-What's all the yelling about?

What?! But--
What's going on here?

Twenty-five thousand twinkle lights.

-What's he doing, Clark?
-I haven't the foggiest.

What?

What the hell? What is wrong with this?

Damn it! Damn it!

You goddamn light!

Go! Go! Do it!

Dad, it's beautiful !

Oh, my carpet!

-Oh, Clark, it's so lovely.
-Mom.

You deserve a home like this
to spend Christmas in.

-It's a beaut, Clark. It's a beaut.
-Dad, Dad, Dad.

You taught me everything
I know about exterior illumination.

Thank you, thank you.

Russ. Audrey.

Dear, dear Francis.

I hope this adds to your enjoyment
of the holidays.

-It's just wonderful.
-Yeah.

Arthur. Art.

Dad.

-Thanks for being here.
-The little lights are not twinkling.

I know, Art, and thanks for noticing.

The house sure does look swell, Clark.

Thanks, Eddie. I hope it enhances
your holiday spirit. Dear Cathrine.

Eddie?

-Oh, the house is gorgeous, Clark.
-Eddie?

I hope you didn't do this
all on our account, Clark.

Kids, come on out here and see what
Uncle Clark's done to the house.

Eddie?

Yeah. If you don't remember,
this here is Rocky.

-You got a kiss for me?
-Better take a rain check on that, Art.

He's got a lip fungus
they ain't identified yet.

-You remember Ruby Sue?
-Oh, yeah.

Oh, my gosh !

-Her eyes aren't crossed anymore.
-That's something, ain't it?

Falls in a well, eyes go crossed. She gets
kicked by a mule, they go back to normal.

I don't know.

And this here's our pride and joy. Snots.

Pretty name, Ed.

We named him that
because he's got this sinus condition.

Snots, you roll over and let
Uncle Clark scratch your belly.

You ain't never seen a set on a dog
like this one's got, Clark.

That's okay, Eddie.

That's something, ain't it?
You pet him on the belly. . .

. . .and he'll love you till the day you die.

I really shouldn't.
My hands are all chapped.

We were gonna call, but Eddie
wanted to make it a surprise.

-Yeah. You surprised?
-Surprised, Eddie?

If I woke up with my head sewn
to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised.

We have plenty of room.

We have plenty of towels.
We have plenty of everything.

We're pretty well set up here in the RV.
It's a little tight. . .

-. . . but we didn't come to impose.
-Hell, there's plenty of room.

Quit being so damn polite, Ed.

Cathrine and I, we're pretty
comfy in there, you know.

But maybe you wouldn't mind
the youngsters shacking up with you.

After that long drive, we could
use a little private time together.

Why don't you run and get the kids' things?
Don't forget the rubber sheets and gerbils.

Come on. I wanna show you the home.

Audrey, help me get some
hot chocolate. It's cold.

That's a honey of a tree, Clark.
Is it real?

Yeah. Yeah, I dug it out
of the ground myself.

-Is that a fact?
-Hey, get out of there. Snots! Yo!

Don't worry about it, Clark.
A little tree water ain't gonna hurt him.

Before we left, he drank
a half a quart of Pennzoil.

Boy, when he lifted his leg
the next morning. . . .

If he drinks the water, the tree's
gonna dry up. Come on, out of there.

-Snots.
-Out, out, out.

Get out of there.
Get in the kitchen now.

Get in the kitchen there and get
you something to eat. Go on.

He's cute, ain't he? Problem is, he's got
a little bit of Mississippi leg hound in him.

If the mood catches him right, he'll
grab your leg and just go to town.

Don't want him around if you're wearing
short pants, if you know what I mean.

A word of warning, though. If he does lay
into you, it's best to just let him finish.

I can't believe you're actually standing
here in my living room, Eddie.

-Never thought the day would come.
-Yeah, I'm excited about it too.

It's a crying shame
the older kids couldn't make it.

I'll get that. Don't worry about it.
Let me get it.

Yeah, I got the daughter in the clinic,
getting cured off the Wild Turkey.

And the older boy, bless his soul,
is preparing for his career.

-College?
-Carnival.

-You gotta be proud.
-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, last season he was
a pixie-dust spreader on the Tilt-O-Whirl.

He thinks maybe next year. . .

. . . he'll be guessing people's weight
or barking for the Yak Woman.

-You ever see her?
-No.

She's got these big horns
growing right out above her ears.

Yeah, she's ugly as sin, but a sweet gal.
And a hell of a good cook.

Can I refill your eggnog?
Get you something to eat?

Drive you out to nowhere
and leave you for dead?

No, I'm doing just fine, Clark.
Just glad to be here.

Yeah. So when did you get
the tenement on wheels?

Oh, that there? That'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?

Yeah. Looks so nice parked
in the driveway.

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.

Well, get Ed Leftic up here
to look over these figures.

Oh, retooling. That's a great excuse.

Retooling?! I'll retool you !

-Mr. Shirley, merry Christmas.
-Who's that?

-It's me, Clark Griswold.
-What do you want?

My wife and I came up with a little
something special. It's a gift.

Put it over there with the others,
greaseball.

By the way, I hope my report
helped out at the trade show.

I'm sure it did, Grisball.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm in the middle of an important call.

Get me somebody. Anybody.

And get me somebody while I wait.

This is a new silicon-based kitchen
lubricant my company's been working on.

It creates a surface 500 times
more slippery than any cooking oil.

We're gonna fly down
the hill with this stuff.

-Has anyone ever used it on a sled?
-Not that I know of, Russ.

Well, don't go putting
none of that stuff on my sled, Clark.

-You know that metal plate in my head?
-How could I forget?

I had to have it replaced because every
time Cathrine revved up the microwave. . .

. . . I'd piss my pants and forget
who I was for a half-hour or so.

Over at the V.A. they had to replace it with
a plastic one and it ain't as strong, so. . . .

I don't know if I ought to go down
no hill with nothing between. . .

. . .the ground and my brain
but a piece of government plastic.

-You really think it matters, Eddie?
-The plate runs underneath my part here.

Over here it's, you know, nothing.

But here, if this gets dented,
then my hair just ain't gonna look right.

Yeah, I know the feeling.
I better try this first, see how it works.

-Well, you be careful there.
-There's nothing to worry about, Eddie.

Going for a new amateur recreational
saucer-sled land-speed record:

Clark W. Griswold Jr. !

Remember, don't try this at home, kids.
I am a professional.

Later, dudes. Let her rip. Hang 1 0.

Oh, shit!

This is great! It's great! It's great!
I'm dead !

Look out!

Bingo.

-Clark? You staying late?
-Oh, hi, Bill. Yeah.

Just finishing up a few things.
Last day of the year for me.

Well, have a really Merry Christmas.

You too.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

Bill, did you get your bonus yet?

I just talked to my son.

Company messenger brought something
to the house. I guess that's it.

Nothing like waiting till the
last minute, huh? Did you get yours?

If it isn't at the house,
I'm sure it's on its way.

If I don't get that bonus,
I'm in it up to here.

-Don't sweat it. It'll come. Merry Christmas.
-Same to you.

Me?

Santy Claus!

Uncle Clark, are you Santy Claus?

What?

You scared me.

No, I'm not Santa Claus.

I wish I was.

What are you doing up, sweetheart?

-Rocky bit my thumb.
-What?

Him's nervous because
Christmas is almost here.

-Nervous or excited?
-Shitting bricks.

-You shouldn't use that word.
-Sorry. Shitting rocks.

I see. Good.

Him's nervous because he don't
know if he's getting nothing.

I don't think he should be nervous
and you shouldn't be either.

Because if you're good, Santa knows it.

If you believe in him and you believe
in your mom and you believe in your. . . .

Your dad.

If you've been good all year round,
Santa Claus is gonna bring you something.

Sometimes I think all that
Santa crap is just bull.

If he was so real, how come
we didn't get squat last year?

We didn't do nothing wrong
and we still got the shaft.

Well, I happen to know for a fact
that Santa Claus is real.

And in the next couple of days. . .

. . .somehow I'm gonna prove it to you.

You know, every year he comes
to our house. I've seen him.

-That's true?
-Cross my heart.

-So it's good you came to stay with us.
-I love it here.

You don't gotta put on your coat
to go to the bathroom.

And your house is always parked
in the same place.

I think you'd better go back to bed now.

Okay. How come you ain't sleeping?

Oh, I was just looking for something.

You didn't notice if a man came here
and delivered a letter today, did you?

Nope. How come?

Oh, just wondering.

Now you get back to bed. Come on.

Uncle Clark, are you sure
you ain't Santy Claus?

I'm sure.

I can't even afford to be an elf.

Two containers of K rations!
Two containers of K rations!

Then I had Spam until
it was coming out of my ears.

Oh, bullshit!

-Aren't you having any breakfast?
-I'm not in the mood.

What are you looking at?

Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn.

The clean, cool chill of the holiday air.

And an asshole in his bathrobe emptying
a chemical toilet into my sewer.

-Shitter was full !
-Yeah.

-Have you checked our shitters, honey?
-Clark, please.

-He doesn't know any better.
-It's illegal.

It's a storm sewer. If it fills with gas, I pity
the person who lights a match near it.

Merry Christmas. Shitter was full.

l have a terrible suspicion Cathrine
and Eddie don't have presents for their kids.

Rocky said something about Eddie telling
him Santa Claus wasn't coming this year.

Yeah. Ruby Sue said something
like that last night.

-How can they have nothing for the kids?
-He's been out of work for seven years.

In seven years he couldn't find a job?

Cathrine says he's been holding out
for a management position.

-So how's the live-bait business, Eddie?
-Well, I can't complain. How you doing?

Not that good, actually.

Your company kill off all them
people over in India not long ago?

No. We missed out on that one. You're
pretty set so far as shopping goes?

Well, I can't lie to you, Clark. The truth
is, things ain't going too good at all.

You know, I told you I borrowed the RV
from my neighbor? Nope. It's mine.

We live in it. I had to sell off
the house, the barn, the 1 0 acres.

All I kept was a 50-foot plot,
the pigs and the worm farm.

If only I had back the money
that me and Cathrine. . .

. . .sent that TV preacher that was
screwing the hockey players.

What about the kids?

-His kids can fend for themselves.
-No, your kids.

Oh, well, that's the bitch of it.
See, I don't know what to do.

We coasted into town on fumes.
The gas money give out in Gurnee.

Eddie. . . .

Ellen and I want to help you
give the kids a nice Christmas.

-Clark, I couldn't do that.
-No, no, we insist.

Oh, no. I'm not one
for charity, now.

Oh, I know that, Eddie.
This isn't charity. It's family.

-I don't know about that.
-Now, come on.

If you don't tell me what they want,
I'll go out and get it on my own.

Oh, boy.
This is a surprise, Clark.

This is just a real nice surprise.
Just a real nice surprise.

Here's a little list.
Alphabetical, starting with Cathrine.

And if it wouldn't be too much,
I'd like to get something for you, Clark.

Something really nice.

-Is your house on fire, Clark?
-No, Bethany. Those are Christmas lights.

-Don't throw me down, Clark.
-I'll try not to, Aunt Bethany.

-Is this the airport, Clark?
-We're here!

Hey, Gris, me and Bethany
figured out the perfect gift for you.

Oh, Uncle Lewis, you didn't
have to buy me anything.

Damn it, Bethany, he guessed it.

Oh, that was fun.
I love riding in cars.

When did you move to Florida?

Ellen, are you still dating Clark?

Oh, Aunt Bethany, you know
you shouldn't have done that.

Oh, dear. Did I break wind?

Jesus, did the room clear out, Bethany?

Hell, no. She means presents.
You shouldn't have brought presents.

It isn't every day somebody
moves into a new house.

They didn't move into a new house.

-Mom?
-In the living room, Russ.

This house is bigger
than your old one.

Is Rusty still in the Navy?

Aunt Bethany, why don't you go with
Francis and Cathrine into the living room. . .

-. . .and say hello to everybody.
-Hello, everybody?

-Just in the living room.
-I should say it?

-You should say it.
-Hello, everybody!

-Mom.
-What?

-This box is meowing.
-Let me see it.

-She wrapped up her cat.
-Take it in the kitchen and open it up.

-Then we'll have a cat running around.
-You can't leave it in the box.

Why would somebody
wrap up a cat in a box?

She gets confused, Rusty. She and
Uncle Lewis don't have much money. . .

. . .so she takes things from the house
and gives them as presents.

Great. Can't wait to see what I got.

This one here is leaking.

-It's lime.
-That's her Jell-O mold. I'll take it, Eddie.

Why don't you go back in the living room
and enjoy yourself? Russ?

Come on, boy.

Let's go find your sister.

Before we begin, since this is
Aunt Bethany's 80th Christmas. . .

. . . I think she should lead us
in the saying of grace.

Great.

What, dear?

Grace!

Grace? She passed away
30 years ago.

They want you
to say grace.

The blessing.

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.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Cathrine, if this turkey tastes
half as good as it looks. . .

. . . I think we're all in
for a very big treat.

Thank you.

-Save the neck for me, Clark.
-Okay, Eddie.

Look at that.

Sorry.

-Why are you crying?
-I told you we put it in too early.

-Oh, it's just a little dry. It's fine.
-It looks good to me.

Here's the heart.

Aunt Bethany?

Does your cat, by any chance,
eat Jell-O?

Well, I don't know about the cat,
but I sure am enjoying it.

Hey, kids?

I heard on the news that a pilot spotted
Santa's sled on its way in from New York.

You serious, Clark?

Art, you want to load me up with
a little more there. It is good.

-Ed?
-Yeah, Clark.

What's wrong with the dog?

Oh, he's just yacking on a bone.
He's got it up. He's all right now.

Maybe if you wouldn't
feed him from the table.

No, no.

He's probably just nosing
through the trash there.

Hey, Gris, if you're not doing
anything constructive. . .

. . . run into the living room,
get my stogy.

Is there anything else I can
do for you, Uncle Lewis?

He's an old man.
This may be his last Christmas.

If he keeps it up,
it will be his last Christmas.

That should be it.

Honey?

-You had too many plugs in one outlet.
-Oh, God.

What is it?

Nothing. Let's go in
and finish our dessert.

If that thing had nine lives,
she just spent them all.

If you don't mind, Clark, I'd like to see
if I can fumigate this here chair.

It's a good, quality item.

If you don't mind me asking,
how much it set you back?

You smell something?

Fried pussycat.

It's not the chair. It's some kind
of gas coming from the sewer.

Lewis?

My tree!

So, what's the matter with you?

Look what you've done to my tree!

Lewis.

It was an ugly tree, anyway.

At least it's out of its misery.

-Dad's gonna flip out.
-Nobody's gonna flip out.

We're gonna have
a wonderful Christmas.

What the hell do you want?

I have a delivery for Clark W. Grisman.
I was supposed to deliver it yesterday. . .

. . . but it fell between the seats,
and I didn't see it. I'm sorry.

Merry Christmas.

-I can't believe it.
-What is it?

A letter confirming your reservation
at the nut house?

It's from my company.

-Your bonus.
-My bonus.

Open it, Clarkie.
Open it.

Yeah, I hope it's a fortune, Clark.

I bet you do, Eddie.

I was afraid. . . .

Are you gonna bawl all over it,
or are you gonna open it?

I was gonna wait till tomorrow to tell
you all this, but what the heck.

With this bonus check,
I'm putting in a swimming pool.

That's it. That's the big one!

Open it!

I'm sorry if I've been a little short
with everyone lately.

I've been waiting
for this bonus.

To make sure the pool goes in
when the ground thaws. . .

. . . I had to pay in advance.
And until this arrived. . .

. . . I didn't have enough in my account
to cover the check.

-Tear the sucker open, Dad.
-Yeah.

Drum roll. Just kidding.

If there's enough left over, I'm gonna fly
you all down here to help us dedicate it.

I can't swim, Clark.

I know that, Eddie.

Clark, what's wrong?

Honey?

It's bigger than you expected?

Smaller?

What is it?

It's a one-year membership
in the Jelly of the Month Club.

Oh, God.

Clark, that's the gift that keeps
on giving the whole year.

That it is, Edward.
That it is, indeed.

I'm sorry. Clark. . . .

If this isn't the biggest bag-over-the-head
punch in the face I ever got. Goddamn it!

Son.

That's good. That's good.
That's good.

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 on Melody Lane. . .

. . .with all the other rich people,
and I want him right here.

With a big ribbon on his head.

I wanna look him straight
in the eye and tell him. . .

. . .what a cheap, lying, no good,
rotten, four-flushing. . .

. . . low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating,
inbred, overstuffed. . .

. . . ignorant, bloodsucking, dog-kissing,
brainless, dickless, hopeless. . .

. . . heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed,
stiff-legged, spotty-lipped. . .

. . .worm-headed sack
of monkey shit he is!

Hallelujah ! Holy shit!
Where's the Tylenol?

-He's got that crazed look in his eye.
-I told you we should've gone to Hawaii.

Turn that thing off
and get in the house!

I'll talk to him, Mom.

You know, Dad.
I've been thinking.

Good talk, Dad.

Aren't you a bit sorry we didn't
get a Christmas tree?

Even though they're dirty and
messy and corny and clichéd.

Well, where you gonna find a tree
at this hour on Christmas Eve?

What's the matter?

Was that really necessary?

-We needed a tree.
-May I remind you that--

That this was all my idea. No.
No, no. I'm well aware of that, honey.

Could you just keep it in mind
the next time you go berserk?

I didn't go berserk.
I simply solved a problem.

We needed a coffin.
I mean, a tree.

There are no lots open
on Christmas Eve.

Lewis burned down my tree,
so I replaced it as best I could. Voilà.

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine, honey.

Fixed the newelpost.

What's that sound?

Do you hear it?
It's a funny squeaky sound.

You couldn't hear a dump truck
driving through a nitroglycerin plant.

I hear it too.

I don't hear it anymore.

What was it?! Oh, my God !

Quiet! Shut up!

Mom, don't move.

We can't let it get out
of the living room.

Where's Eddie? He usually eats
these goddamn things.

Oh, not recently, Clark. He read that
squirrels were high in cholesterol.

Thank you, Cathrine.

I'll try and trap it.

-Russ!
-Right here, Dad.

Oh, there you are.

Go get the hammer.

Clark, what do you need
a hammer for?

I'm gonna catch it in the coat
and smack it with the hammer.

I'm going in with him.

Nora?

-Nora!
-Is it gone?

It probably got scared
and ran back into the tree.

Squirrel !

You just march right over there
and slug that creep in the face.

-I can't just attack someone.
-If you're not man enough. . .

. . .to put an end to this shit,
then I am.

Oh, my God !

What happened to you?

Beautiful. God.

Where do you think you're going?
Nobody's leaving.

Nobody's walking out
on this 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 Kaye.

And when Santa squeezes his ass
down that chimney tonight. . .

. . . he's gonna find the jolliest bunch
of assholes this side of the nut house.

You're goofy.

-Don't piss me off, Art.
-Clark?

-It's over.
-Not according to Santa's watch.

-Come on, son.
-Stay out of this, Dad.

Clark, I think it's best
if everyone just goes home.

-Before things get worse.
-Worse?

How could they
get any worse?

Take a look around you, Ellen.
We're at the threshold of hell.

Son?

I love you.
We all love you.

But this is a terrible night.
Nothing's gone right. It's a disaster.

You losing your temper with
the whole family only makes things worse.

You're too good a father
to act like this.

In years to come, you'll want your family
to remember all the love you gave us.

And how hard you tried
to make the perfect Christmas.

-Well, I just--
-You just cocked it up.

Oh, it's okay. It happens.

-Our holidays were always such a mess.
-Oh, yeah.

How did you
get through it?

I had a lot of help
from Jack Daniels.

I love you.

-Dad?
-Yeah.

Are you gonna recite
The Night Before Christmas?

It's your house.
It's your Christmas.

I'm retiring.

"The children were nestled
all snug in their beds. . .

. . .while visions of sugarplums
danced in their heads.

And Mama in her kerchief
and I in my cap. . .

. . . had just settled our brains
for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn,
there arose such a clatter. . .

. . . I sprang from my bed to see
what was the matter.

Away to the window,
I flew like a flash. . .

. . .tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash.

The moon on the new-fallen snow
gave a luster of midday to objects below.

When what to my wondering eyes should
appear but a miniature sleigh and. . . ."

And Eddie with a man in his
pajamas with a dog chain. . .

. . .tied to his wrists and ankles.
What the--?

Stay here.

Ho, ho, ho.
Merry Christmas, Clark.

You about ready to do some kissing?

Yes, officer, it seems my husband's
been abducted.

The man was. . .

. . .wearing a blue leisure suit,
and the plates were from Kansas.

He was a huge, beastly,
bulging man and--

I've never been treated
like this in my life.

I'm sorry. This is our family's
first kidnapping.

You're fired. And where's the phone?
I'm calling the police.

Hey, just hold your wad there, fella.
Clark had nothing to do with this.

This here was my idea.

All right. He's still fired,
and you are going to jail.

Oh, no. Eddie, it was my fault.

I lost my temper
when I got my bonus.

-I guess I said some things I shouldn't have.
-Bonus?

How did you get a bonus?
I cut out bonuses this year.

Yeah. Thanks for telling us.

I was expecting a check.
Instead I got enrolled in a jelly club.

Seventeen years with the company. I've
gotten a bonus every year but this one.

You don't wanna give bonuses, fine!

But when people count on them
as part of their salary. . .

-. . .well, what you did just plain--
-Sucks.

Thank you, Russ.

My. . .

. . .cousin-in-law, whose heart
is bigger than his brain--

I appreciate that, Clark.

Is innocent. I'll be more than happy
to take the rap on this.

On behalf of myself and every other
employee you rear-ended this Christmas.

Look. . .

. . .sometimes things look
good on paper. . .

. . . but lose their luster when you see
how it affects real folks.

I guess a healthy bottom line
doesn't mean much. . .

. . . if to get it you have to hurt
the ones you depend on.

It's people that make the difference.

Little people, like you.

So, Carl. . .

. . .whatever you got last year. . .

. . .add 20 percent.

Our pool !

Dad.

Go away, Todd.

If you wanna come in, you are gonna have
to break down the goddamn door!

Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!

Freeze!

Not you, them !
Them !

This way, please.

-I think you've made a terrible mistake.
-I told you to freeze, mister.

May we blink?

Frank.

-Helen !
-Thank God, you're all right.

Oh, I'm fine.
I'm just fine.

It was a big misunderstanding tonight.

Excuse me. Would you and
Mrs. Shirley like to step outside. . .

. . .so we can take care
of business here?

There's no business.
I'm not pressing any charges.

-What?
-It was a mistake.

Mistake? Frank, honey,
you were kidnapped.

I did something I shouldn't have,
and these people called me on it.

This is Clark Griswold
and his family.

Welcome to our home.

What's left of it.

-Release B Squad.
-What's going on here?

Remember how I was toying with the notion
of suspending the Christmas bonuses?

You didn't. Well, of all the cheap,
lousy ways to save a buck!

That's pretty low, mister. If I had
a rubber hose, I would beat you to--

I changed my mind.
I'm reinstating the bonuses.

Look!

Look, look!

Look!

Ruby Sue, sweetheart.

-It's Santa Claus.
-What? What's wrong?

-What?
-She thinks she sees Santa.

No, it's the Christmas star.

And that's all that matters tonight.

Not bonuses or gifts
or turkeys or trees.

See, kids. . .

. . . it means something different
to everybody.

Now I know what it means to me.

That ain't the frigging Christmas star, Gris.
It's a light on the sewage treatment plant.

Sewer gas.

Don't drop that!

Play ball !

Merry Christmas, Sparky.

Merry Christmas, honey.

Come here.

I did it.