When happiness shows up, always give it a comfortable seat.
In just one night, he has seen his past, his present, and his future... and they've all come back to haunt him.
l am the Ghost of Christmas Present.
Fezziwig. lt's old Fezziwig, alive again.
Speak to her! Why doesn't he speak to her?
Come in. Come in and know me better, man.
I never eat lunch. And I never wear black gloves.
A toast, children. To Mr. Scrooge, the Founder of the Feast.
Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold?
l don't hold my hand back when l can get something in it by reaching out.
No fog. No mist. Clear, bright, cold. Cold, piping for the blood to dance to.
I'll send it to Bob Cratchit. He won't know who's it from.
Good morning, my dear. What a lovely day.
It's I. It's your uncle Scrooge. I've come to dinner.
l'm the Ghost of Christmas Past.
It is required of every man that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow men, and travel far and wide. And if that spirit goes not forth in life it is condemned to do so after death.
You will be haunted by three spirits.
You're quite the powerful speaker, sir. A wonder you don't go into Parliament.
Yeah, you're another Christmas lunatic like him.
He'll be as merry as a graveyard on a wet Sunday.
What reason have you to be merry? What right have you to be merry? You're poor!
I take it that you gentlemen are new to the district.
A man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live and is full of misery. He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.
l don't make merry myself at Christmas time and l can't afford to make idle people merry.
If they'd rather die, they'd better do it and decrease the surplus population.
You could be a crumb of moldy cheese. An underdone turnip.
Why do spirits walk the Earth? And why do they come to me?
Mr. Cratchit, a word with you.