THE OLD MAN: Would you look at that? Would you look at that!?
MOTHER: What is it?
THE OLD MAN: It’s a man!
MOTHERr: But what is it?
THE OLD MAN: Well, it’s... A man, you know, like a statue.
THE OLD MAN: Yeah, statue.
RALPHIE: Yeah, statue.
RALPHIE: [narrating] My mother was trying to insinuate herself between us and the statue.
THE OLD MAN: Holy smokes! Do you know what this is? This is a TROPHY!
RALPHIE: It was indeed a trophy.
THE OLD MAN: What a great trophy.