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The second at 2:00.

On a note of hope On a strong amen

three or four perhaps.

Boy. Boy, boy, what day is it?

You'll be the only man in hell who's chilly.

But you were gonna marry me.

The dearest day in all the year

- Master Timothy Cratchit. MRS. CRATCHIT: Tim.

Come on, dear boy. Let's go and open the toy shop.

I never thought The future would be fun for me

MRS. CRATCHIT: Oh, dear.

And the same every Christmas.

If they would rather die then they had better do it

And now I can see

I Loathe People

And for the sake of your father,

There are no ghosts.

That's the nicest thing That anyone's ever done for me

have provided our sumptuous Christmas repast.

Ah! I almost forgot.

to make our work a pleasure or a burden.

Clean-living, thrifty And kind as can be

Your own feelings tell you that you are not what you were.

Thank you very much

Now you're a dream gone by

I suppose that children everywhere

- What did I tell you? HARRY: Truly I do.

Dream where my past has gone

MAN: Here's your money, sir. Pray count it.

[SINGING] I like life

Thank you very, very, very much

And not a penny rise in eight years.

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

of your feelings towards me.

Hmph. Raise my clerk's wages.

But not for himself.

Sounds to me as if he knows I'm here.

Hot broth, Mr. Scrooge,

is whether to put the stuffing inside the goose

SCROOGE [SINGING]: You, you were good for me

This dolly is for you, my dear. And this one is for you.

Many would rather die than go there.

Well, it is Christmas day, Mr. Scrooge.

Be careful, he may be worse than the one you know.

But since I left my drummer at home I'll simply have to say

After the Christmas morning show.

About that 6 pounds you owe me.

And that goes for anyone else who owes me money, you can keep it.

People are despicable creatures.

KIDS: Tiny Tim. - Come on, Tim.

ALL: December the 25th - Correct

- Tra-la-la - Oom-pa-pa

Give me wings and let me fly

I remember him. Dick Wilkins.

But we seldom attend to it, as you shall see.

I like thinking the thoughts I'm thinking

that loathsome old carcass of his

Now, that's what I call a turkey. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim.

A perpetual spree

And I'll thank the world And remember when

You can use it as stuffing for this.

And I don't know whether or not I imagined the things I saw.

You still don't recognize me, do you, Bob Cratchit?