A Christmas Story1983

Ralphie:
Ok, Black Bart now you get yours!

[In the backyard, Ralphie is aiming at a target with his new BB rifle. He shoots at the left side of the target; the force bounces off the target and hits his cheek, knocking him to the ground.]

Ralphie (as an adult):
[narrating] Oh, my God! I shot my eye out!

Santa Claus:
[in Ralphie's head] You'll shoot your eye out, kid.

Mrs. Parker and Miss Shields:
[in Ralphie's head with a sing-song] You'll shoot your eye out! You'll shoot your eye out!

Santa Claus:
[in Ralphie's head; at the same time] Ho ho ho!

Mrs. Parker:
[from the kitchen while she's working on the turkey] Ralphie, you be careful out there! Don't shoot your eye out!

Ralphie (as an adult):
[narrating] She hadn't seen! She didn't know! My eye's all right. The BB must've hit my glasses. [Removes his fingers and just sees blood.] My glasses! Oh, no! Where are my glasses?! Few things brought such swift and terrible retribution on a kid as a pair of busted glasses.