Scene 3 (Scrooge and his nephew).

-Merry Christmas, Uncle! God save you.

- Bah! Humbug!

-Christmas a humbug? Uncle! You don't mean that.

-Merry Christmas.

-What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough.

-What right have you to be so dismal? You're rich enough.

-Humbug!

- Don't be cross, Uncle.

-What else can I be when I live in such a world of fools as this?

-Merry Christmas.

-What's Christmas time to you but a time for finding yourself a year older and not a penny richer?

-Uncle!

- Nephew!

-Keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine.

-Keep it? But you don't keep it!

-Let me leave it alone then.

-Much good it has ever done you.

- Christmas is the only time when men open their shut-up hearts and think of other people. And therefore, Uncle...although it has never put gold or silver in my pocket...I believe it has done me good, and I say, God bless it!

- You're quite a powerful speaker, sir. A wonder you don't go into Parliament.

-Don't be cross, Uncle. Come, dine with us tomorrow.

-I'll see you in hell first.

-But why? Why are you so cold-hearted, Uncle? Why?

-Why did you get married?

-Because I fell in love.

-Because...you fell...in love? Good afternoon.

-I want nothing from you. I ask nothing of you. Why can't we be friends?

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon!

-And a happy New Year!

- Good afternoon!

-And a very merry Christmas to you too, Mr. Cratchit.

-Merry Christmas to you, sir.

-There's another one. A clerk making 15 shillings a week... ...and with a wife and family, talking about a merry Christmas.

-I'll retire to Bedlam.

Scene 6 (Scrooge and the first ghost)

-It's all still a hum...

-How now! What do you want with me?

-Oh, much.

- Who are you?

- Ask me who I was.

-Who were you then?

-In life, I was your partner...Jacob Marley.

-Can you sit down?

- I can.

- Do it then.

-You do not believe in me.

-I don't.

-Why do you doubt your senses?

-Because the littlest thing can affect them. A slight disorder of the stomach can make them cheat.

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-Mercy! Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me?

-Man of worldly mind, do you believe in me or not?

-I do! I must!

-Woe! Woe is me! You are fettered in chains. Why?

-I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it link by link and yard by yard. Do you recognize its pattern?

Can you imagine the weight and length of the chain you bear? It was as heavy and long as this seven Christmas Eves ago. Oh, yours is a ponderous chain.

-Jacob, tell me no more.

-I have none to give. I cannot stay. I cannot linger anywhere. Mark me, in life, my spirit never walked beyond our counting house...... Now endless journeys lie before me.

-Seven years dead and traveling all the time?

-The whole time. No rest, no peace.

-You must've covered a lot of ground in seven years.

-I was blind! Blind! I could not see my own life! Oh, woe... Oh, woe is me!

-But you were always a good man of business!

-Business! Mankind... was my business. The common welfare was my business. Hear me! My time is nearly gone. I am here to warn you...that you have yet a chance and a hope of escaping my fate.

-You were always a good friend to me, Jacob. Thank you.

-You will be haunted by three spirits.

-That's the chance and hope?

- I'd rather not.

- Expect the first. ..tomorrow when the bell tolls one. Expect the second the next night at the same hour. And the third upon the next night...at the last stroke of 12. Look to see me no more.

(In the streets)

-I'm sorry.

-I wish I could help you.

Scene (The First Ghost)

-I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

-Long past?

-Your past. Rise. And walk with me.

-Good heavens. I was bred in this place. I was a boy here.

- Your lip... is trembling. And what's that? On your cheek?

- Nothing. Something in my eye.

-Do you remember the way?

-Remember it? I could walk it blindfolded.

-This...This was my school.

-This school is not quite deserted. A solitary child...neglected by his friends......is left here still.

-I know.

-Poor boy. Poor, poor boy.

-Let's... See another Christmas.

-Ebenezer! Ebenezer! Dear, dear brother! I've come to bring you home!

-Home, little Fan?

- Yes, home! Father is so much kinder than he used to be. He spoke so gently to me one night. I was not afraid to ask him if you might come home. And he said yes! And he sent me in a coach to fetch you. And we're to be together all the Christmas long. And to have the merriest time in all the world!

-You're quite a woman, little Fan.

- She had a large heart.

- She died a woman. And had, as I think....children.

-Yes, one child.

-True. Your nephew.

- Yes.