I don't make merry myself at Christmas, and I can't afford to make idle people merry.
Let me hear another sound out of you, Cratchit, and you'll keep Christmas by losing your situation!
If I were to dock you a half a crown for it, you'd think yourself ill-used. And yet you don't think me ill-used when I pay a day's wages for no work.
You, who weighs everything by gain?
I am prepared to bear you company.
And Scrooge was better than his word.
There are many things from which I have derived good and have not profited. Christmas being among them. But I have always thought of Christmas as a kind, charitable time. The only time when men open their shut-up hearts and think of all people as fellow travellers to the grave and not some other race of creatures bound on other journeys.
You fear the world too much, Ebenezer.
He frightened everyone away while he was alive. Only to profit us now that he's dead.
Men's courses in life foreshadow certain ends.
Next year we must have this dinner at my house. I insist. I'll spare no expense. After all, you can't take it with you, can you?
Fred: Merry Christmas, Uncle! God save you.
Scrooge: Bah! Humbug!
Fred: Christmas a humbug? Uncle! You don't mean that.
Scrooge: Merry Christmas. What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough.
Fred: What right have you to be so dismal? You're rich enough.
Fred: Don't be cross, Uncle.
Scrooge: What else can I be when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas. What's Christmastime to you but a time for paying bills without money. A time for finding yourself a year older and not a penny richer. If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips should be boiled in his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart!
Scrooge: Nephew! Keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine.
Fred: Keep it? But you don't keep it!
Scrooge: Let me leave it alone then. Much good it has ever done you.
Fred: There are many things from which I have derived good and have not profited. Christmas being among them. But I have always thought of Christmas as a kind, charitable time. The only time when men open their shut-up hearts and think of all people as fellow travellers to the grave and not some other race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, Uncle, although it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe it has done me good, and I say, God bless it! (Cratchit clapped hands)
Scrooge: Let me hear another sound out of you, Cratchit, and you'll keep Christmas by losing your situation! You're quite a powerful speaker, sir. A wonder you don't go into Parliament.
Fred: Don't be cross, Uncle. Come, dine with us tomorrow.
Scrooge: I'll see you in hell first.
Fred: But why? Why so cold-hearted, Uncle? Why?
Scrooge: Why did you get married?
Fred: Because I fell in love.
Scrooge: Because...you fell...in love? Good afternoon.
Fred: I want nothing from you. I ask nothing of you. Why can't we be friends?
Scrooge: Good afternoon.
Fred: I'm sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and therefore, merry Christmas, Uncle!
Scrooge: Good afternoon!
Fred: And a happy New Year!
Scrooge: Good afternoon!
Fred: And a very merry Christmas to you too, Mr Cratchit.
Cratchit: Merry Christmas to you, sir.