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National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation is the third installment in the National Lampoon Griswold saga, released in 1989 by Warner Bros.

Directed by Jeremiah S. Chechik and written by John Hughes.
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Clark W. GriswoldEdit

  • Well I'm gonna park the cars and get the luggage, and well, I'll be outside for the season.
  • [as an entourage of suits - lead by Clark's boss - passes by single file] Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah.
  • [the newel post is wobbly so Clark cuts it off with a chain saw] Fixed the newel post.
  • LOTTA SAP in here. [Spits then gives an a-ok sign] Looks great! Little full, Lotta sap!!
  • The most enduring traditions of the season are best enjoyed in the warm embrace of kith and kin. Thith tree is a thymbol of the thspirit of the Griswold family Chrithmath.
  • I dedicate this house to the Griswold Family Christmas.
  • Can't see the line, can you Russ?
  • [Handing Christmas lights to Russ] Unravel these. We need to check every bulb. [Pulls out a huge tangle of lights] Oop. Little knot here, you can work on that. [Hands it to Russ]
  • 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 body down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.
  • 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, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, 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?
  • Dad, you taught me everything I know about exterior illumination.
  • [To Eddie] Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere, leave you for dead?
  • 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 'er rip. Hang ten!

Cousin EddieEdit

  • If that thing had nine lives, he just spent 'em all. Whoo!
  • They had to replace my metal plate with a plastic one. Every time Catherine would rev up the microwave, I'd wet my pants and forget who I was for about half an hour.
  • I don't know if I oughta go sailin' down no hill with nothin' between the ground and my brain but a piece of government plastic.
  • [Clark Griswold stares in horror at Eddie draining the RV toilet into the sewer drain] Merry Christmas! Shitter was full!
  • [walks in with a bound and gagged Mr. Shirley tied with a big red ribbon] Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas, Clark. [to Mr. Shirley] You about ready to do some kissing?
  • Clark, I'd like to try to fumigate this here chair, it's a good quality item. If you don't mind my askin', how much did she set you back?
  • He's cute ain't he? Only problem is, he's got a little bit a Mississippi leg hound in 'im. If the mood catches him right, he'll grab your leg and just go to town. You don't want him around if you're wearing short pants, if you know what I mean. Word of warning though, if he does lay into ya, it's best to just let 'im finish.
  • Over here? Well this is nothin...but if this gets dented then my hair just ain't gonna look right.
  • [After finding out that Clark is getting to be a member of the Jelly of the Month Club instead of getting his bonus] Clark, that's the gift that keeps on giving the whole year.


  • Audrey Griswold: Would it be indecent to ask the grandparents to stay at a hotel?
  • Ellen Griswold: I don't know what to say, except it's Christmas and we're all in misery.
  • Ellen Griswold: Welcome to our home - what's left of it.
  • Art: Hurry up, Clark. I'm freezing my baguettes off.
  • Aunt Bethany: [after reaching the Griswolds' house] Is your house on fire, Clark?
  • Aunt Bethany: Is Rusty still in the Navy?
  • Mr. Shirley: Put it over there with the others, Greazeball.
  • Mr. Shirley: [Picks up the phone receiver] Get me somebody. Anybody. And get me somebody while I'm waiting.
  • Aunt Bethany: It's a funny, squeaky sound.
  • Uncle Lewis: Hey Gris! If you're not doing anything constructive, run into the living room and get my stogies!
  • Uncle Lewis: [to Aunt Bethany] You couldn't hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant!
  • Clark Sr.: It's a beaut Clark. It's a beaut.


Todd Chester: Hey Griswold. Where do you think you're gonna put a tree that big?
Clark: Bend over and I'll show you.
Todd Chester: You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that, Griswold.
Clark: I wasn't talking to you. [looking at his wife, Margo]

Clark: Let's burn some dust here, eat my rubber!
Rusty Griswold: Dad, I think what you mean is "burn rubber" and "eat my dust".
Clark: Whatever Russ, whatever. Eat my road grit, Liver Lips!

[Clark is looking at lingerie, as a voluptuous saleswoman approaches]
Mary: Can I help you with anything?
Clark: Oh, I was just smelling - smiling. I was just blouse - browsing.
Mary: For your wife? For your girlfriend?
Clark: Uh... huh? What happened? 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? How'd that happen?
Mary: Because it's cold out?
Clark: Yes, Yes, it is a bit nipply out. I mean 'nippy out.' What am I saying, nipple? Ah, there is a nip in the air, though.

Clark: 'Tis the season to be merry.
Mary: That's my name.
Clark: No shit.

Aunt Bethany: Is your house on fire, Clark?
Clark Griswold: No, Aunt Bethany, those are the Christmas lights.
Aunt Bethany: Don't throw me down, Clark.
Clark Griswold: I'll try not to, Aunt Bethany.

Ellen: Oh Aunt Bethany, you shouldn't have done that.
Aunt Bethany: Oh dear, did I break wind?
Uncle Lewis: Great Scott, did the room clear out, Bethany? No way, she means presents. You shouldn't have brought presents.

Uncle Lewis: Hey Gris, Bethany and I figured out the perfect gift for you.
Clark: Aw, you didn't have to get me anything.
Uncle Lewis: Darn it all, Bethany, he guessed it.

Aunt Bethany: This house is bigger than your old one. Is Rusty still in the Navy?
Ellen: Aunt Bethany, why don't you go with Frances and Cathrine into the living room and say hello to everybody.
Aunt Bethany: Hello, everybody?
Ellen: Just in the living room...
Aunt Bethany: I should say it?
Ellen: You should say it.
Aunt Bethany: Hello, everybody!
Ellen: Hello, everybody.

Russ: Dad.
Clark: Yeah.
Russ: This box is meowing.
[Clark takes the present, shakes it, and a cat wildly meows]
Clark: She wrapped up her cat.
Ellen: Well, take it out of the box.
Clark: Then we'll have a cat running around the house.
Russ: Why would someone put a cat in a box?
Ellen: She's old. She and Uncle Louis don't have much money, so she takes things from around the house and gives them away as presents.
Russ: Great! Can't wait to see what I got.
Eddie: [comes in with another of Aunt Bethany's gifts] This one here, it's leakin'. [Ellen touches the liquid coming out with her finger and Eddie lick it] It's lime!
Ellen: That would be her Jell-O mold.

Eddie: You surprised to see us, Clark?
Clark: Surprised Eddie?... If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn't be more surprised than I am now.

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.

Ellen: What are you looking at?
Clark: Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill of the holiday air... and a fool in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer...
Eddie: [yells] 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.

Ruby Sue: Rocky bit my thumb. Him's nervous because Christmas is almost here.
Clark: Nervous or excited?
Ruby Sue: Shitting bricks.
Clark: You shouldn't use that word.
Ruby Sue: Sorry. Shitting rocks.

Ellen: Clark, Audrey's frozen from the waist down.
Clark: That's all part of the experience, honey.

Eddie: Well, they replaced it with a plastic one 'cause everytime Katherine revved up the microwave, I'd piss my pants and forget who I was for a half-hour or so. And it ain't real sturdy so... 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?
Eddie: [gesturing over the left side of his head] Well, you see, the plate runs underneath my part here, and the other side... [bangs his right side] Nothing. But here, if this gets dented, then my hair just ain't gonna look right.
Clark: Yeah, I know the feeling.

Eddie: [talking about Snots, Eddie's dog] If you scratch his belly Clark, he'll love you till the day you die.
Clark: I really shouldn't, Eddie, my hands are all chapped.

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

Margo: You just march over there and slug that creep in the face.
Todd: I can't just attack someone.
Margo: All right then, if you're not man enough to put an end to this junk, then I am.

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.

Clark: Since this is Aunt Bethany's 80th Christmas, I think she should lead us in the saying of Grace.
Aunt Bethany: What dear?
Nora: Grace!
Aunt Bethany: Grace? Ohhh...She passed away thirty years ago...
Uncle Lewis: They want you to say grace.... [straining his face to mouth the words] The BLESS-ING!!!
Aunt Bethany: Oh.
[everyone at the table folds their hands in prayer and reverently bows their heads]
Aunt Bethany: 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.

Aunt Bethany: What's that sound? [everybody looks up, and returns to activities, then Clark starts hearing it] Do you hear it!? It's a funny, squeaking 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]
Art: [sarcastically] Beautiful, Clark.
Frances: Talk about spending your money away. I hope you kids see what a silly waste of resources this was.
Audrey Griswold: He worked really hard, Grandma.
Art: So do washing machines.

Clark: Russ, we checked every bulb didn't we?
Rusty: Sure, Dad.
Clark: Hmm... Maybe we ought to just go up there and check...
Rusty: 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...

Clark: [a squirrel is loose in the house] Where is Eddie? He usually eats these things.
Catherine: Not recently, Clark, he read that squirrels were high in cholesterol.

[As Clark is trying to catch the loose squirrel]
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.
Ellen: You are not going to kill that squirrel in front of all these kids!
Clark: Well honey, what do you suggest?

Clark Sr: (extreme close up) SQUUUIIIIRRRREEELLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Uncle Lewis: Hey Gris, if you're not doing anything constructive, run into the living room and get my stogies.
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 its way in from New York City. [the kids sit up excitedly]
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. Voilà.
Ellen: Are you okay?

Art: The little lights aren't twinkling.
Clark: I know, Art. And thanks for noticing.

[Snots is choking under the table making it shake]
Clark: Uh, Eddie? What's wrong with the dog?
[Snot gags again, table shakes]
Eddie: (Looks under table) Oh, he's just yakin' on a bone.
[Snot coughs up the bone]
Eddie: He got it up. He's alright, now.

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: 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
Art: You're goofy.
Clark: Don't stuff me off, Art.
Ellen: Clark, it's over.
Clark: Not according to Santa's watch, it isn't.
Clark, Sr.: Clark.
Clark: Stay out of this, Dad.
Ellen: Clark, I think it's be best if everyone went home... before things get worse.
Clark: Worse?! How could things get any worse? Take a look around you, Ellen! We're at the threshold of blazes!!

Ellen: You set standards that no family activity can live up to.
Clark: When have I ever done that?
Ellen: Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, funerals, holidays, vacations, graduations...

Clark: My cousin-in-law, whose heart is bigger than his brain...
Eddie: I appreciate that, Clark.
Clark: innocent.

Clark: [yells] RUSS?
Russ: Right here, Dad.

Art: [After Lewis accidentally burned up the Griswold's tree] It was an ugly tree anyway.
Uncle Lewis: At least it's out of it's misery!

[Clark has just lost his tree and found out he had been stiffed on his Christmas bonus. He stalks outside the house, with his chainsaw.]

Audrey: Uh oh, he's got that crazy look in his eye.
Russ: I told you we should've gone to Hawaii!
Russ: I'll go talk to him. [He walks up to Clark] You know, Dad, I've been thinking...[Clark turns and stares crazily at Russ, his running chainsaw pointed in Russ' direction]...Good talk, Dad!


  • Yule crack up!
  • There's No Place Like Home For A Holiday!

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