National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation Quotes – National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation is a 1989 American Christmas comedy film directed by Jeremiah S. Chechik. It is the third installment in National Lampoon’s Vacation film series, and was written by John Hughes, based on his short story in National Lampoon magazine, “Christmas ’59”. The film stars Chevy Chase, Beverly D’Angelo and Randy Quaid, with Juliette Lewis and Johnny Galecki as the Griswold children Audrey and Rusty, respectively.
At the time of the film’s release, the film received mixed to positive reviews; however, over time, many have cited it as a Christmas classic. Review aggregator Rotten Tomatoes reports that 64% of 36 film critics have given the film a positive review, with a rating average of 6.2 out of 10. The site’s consensus reads, “While Christmas Vacation may not be the most disciplined comedy, it’s got enough laughs and good cheer to make for a solid seasonal treat.”
We’ll bring some iconic quotation from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation film for you and hope you all like it. Enjoy
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation Quotes
1) “We’re gonna have the hap- hap- happiest Christmas.” — Clark Griswold
2) “Hallelujah! Holy sh*t! Where’s the Tylenol?” — Clark Griswold
3) “Looks great. Little full, lotta sap.” — Clark Griswold
4) “We’re at the threshold of hell.” — Clark Griswold
5) “Yes, its a bit nipply out, I mean nippy out.” — Clark Griswold
6) “If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn’t be more surprised.” — Clark Griswold
7) “Can I refill your eggnog? Get you something to eat, drive you into the middle of nowhere, and leave you for dead?” — Clark Griswold
8) “Merry Christmas. Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Happy Hanukkah.” — Clark Griswold
9) Well I’m gonna park the cars and get the luggage, and well, I’ll be outside for the season
10) [the newel post is wobbly so Clark cuts it off with a chain saw] Fixed the newel post
11) LOTTA SAP in here. [Spits then gives an a-ok sign] Looks great! Little full, Lotta sap!!
12) 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 Grithwold family Chrithmath
13) I dedicate this house to the Griswold Family Christmas
14) Can’t see the line, can you Russ?. . . . . .
15) [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]. .
16) 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
17) 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?
18) Dad, you taught me everything I know about exterior illumination
19) [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?
20) 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!
21) “If that thing had nine lives, she just spent ’em all.” — Cousin Eddie
22) “You about ready to do some kissin’?” — Cousin Eddie
23) If that thing had nine lives, he just spent ’em all
24) They had to replace my metal plate with a plastic one. Every time Catherine would rev up the microwave, I’d piss my pants and forget who I was for about half an hour.
25) 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.
26) [Clark Griswold stares in horror at Eddie draining the RV toilet into the sewer drain] Merry Christmas! Shitter was full!.
27) [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?
28) 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?.
29) 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
30) Over here? Well this is nothin. but if this gets dented then my hair just ain’t gonna look right
31) [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.
Uncle and Aunty
32) “Sh*tter’s full.” — Uncle Eddie
33) “You couldn’t hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant.” — Uncle Lewis
34) “Is Rusty still in the Navy?” — Aunt Bethany
35) [after reaching the Griswolds’ house] Is your house on fire, Clark?
36) It’s a funny, squeaky sound.
37) Hey Gris! If you’re not doing anything constructive, run into the living room and get my stogies!
38) [to Aunt Bethany] You couldn’t hear a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant!
Todd Chester: (mockingly) Hey Griswold. Where do you think you’re gonna put a tree that big?
Clark: Bend over and I’ll show you.
Todd Chester: (angrily) 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]
[While eating dinner, Uncle Lewis smokes a cigar and drops it. A flame engulfs in the living room for a split second. Clark notices it and walks into the living room]
Clark: Lewis?? [Tears up when he sees that his Christmas tree has been burnt into a crisp] MY TREE!
Uncle Lewis: What’s the matter with you?
Clark: Look what you’ve done to my tree!!! [Notices that Lewis is on fire in the back of his clothes] LEWIS! [Uses a curtain, grabs Lewis and pats his back to put out the fire]
[Others come in and look at the destroyed tree]
Art: It was an ugly tree anyway.
Uncle Lewis: I put it out of its’ misery.
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. [Mops his forehead with a pair of panties] Well, I guess it just wouldn’t… [Realizes what he’d done and puts the panties back] 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.’ [Laughs] 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: Dammit, 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: This box is meowing.
Clark: Let me see.
[Clark takes the present, shakes it, and a cat wildly meows]
Clark: She wrapped up her damn cat!
Ellen: Well, take it to the kitchen and open it up.
Clark: Then we’ll have a cat running around the house.
Ellen: We can’t leave it in the box.
Russ: Why would someone put a cat in a box?
Ellen: She gets confused, Rusty. She’s old. She and Uncle Louis don’t have much money, so she takes things from around the house, wraps them up, and gives them away as presents.
Russ: [Mock enthusiasm]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, 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… an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer…
[Eddie, in the driveway, is draining the RV’s toilet]
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.
[Describing the metal plate in his head]
Eddie: Well, they replaced it with a plastic one ’cause every time 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.
Audrey: I have nightmares about what he does in his bed alone when I’m not lying right next to him.
Clark: Since this is Aunt Bethany’s 80th Christmas, I think she should lead us in the saying of Grace.
Aunt Bethany: What dear?
Aunt Bethany: Grace? Ohhh…She passed away thirty years ago…
Uncle Lewis: They want you to say grace…. [Bethany looks confused. Lewis emphasizes his 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, [Clark makes a confused face towards Aunt Bethany] and to the republic for which it stands – one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
Clark: [Annoyed] 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 goddamn 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?
[Snots gags again, table shakes]
Eddie: (Looks under table) Oh, he’s just yakkin’ 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. [Ellen gives him a glare for his language] 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 piss 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 Hell!!
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: …is innocent.
Clark: [yells] RUSS?
Russ: Right here, Dad.
Art: [After Lewis accidentally burned up the Griswolds’ tree] It was an ugly tree anyway.
Uncle Lewis: At least it’s out of its 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!
Ellen: CLARK, TURN THAT THING OFF AND GET IN THE HOUSE!
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!