Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Jorkin doesn't exaggerate the imprudence of allowing his ...
wouldn't you? Hmm!?
Why not? Because it's not good enough for you?
l have waited for this great moment,
it'll be because my heart has ceased to beat.
l certainly won't hold back my hand when l can get something in it
We're in high hopes he's getting better, Sir.
But, Mr. Scrooge, it's Christmas!
Well, funeral won't cost much, that's certain.
Then a toast my love, my dearies.
tell me, what day is it? it's layoff day, of course
HUMBUG
Look to see me... no more.
Mr. Jacob Marley, our wizard of the accounts.
There's more in life than money, Sir.
That's all.
Go and redeem some younger, more promising creature, and
We are good friends, l think, besides good men of business.
we wish to be allowed the option of buying up further shares in the company.
No, no, no, Mrs. Dilbur. lt's for a Christmas present.
There's uh... there's nothing l can do, hmm?
You'll want the whole day tomorrow I suppose
Was that the chance of hope that you mentioned, Jacob?
but in all the days of the year.
and took his money, his house, and his few lean sticks of furniture?
And the other two aren't strangers, heh...
By the way, how did Old Fezziwig take it when you said you were leaving him?
[Has their endgame ready]
Oh Tim, ... my Tiny Tim.
Well please your great kind self, dear.
lt's about Mr. Marley, he's dying, Sir.
Yes, Sir. l'm sure. l'm very sorry, Sir, to cause you such an inconvenience.
and Master Peter, in particular.
From now to eternity, we, two, are as one.
he should nip along smartly or there won't be no Mr. Marley to take leave of
One must steel oneself to survive it.
There but a touch of my hand and you shall be upheld in more than this.
Join the triumphs of the skies,
and abundance rejoices.
Oh, wouldn't it be better if l just went home to bed?
of such a hard, stingy, unfeeling man as Mr. Scrooge.
because l personally haven't very much faith in these newlywed housekeepers.
Just that l'd like to have a word with my own clerk, Bob Cratchit, just now.
This is the age of the machine and the factory and the vested interest.
Oh, dearest Alice,
Both very busy, Sir.
Will you... always feel like that?
They're better now.
Of course, they can!
A fig for the beetle.
Ebenezer.
Who suffers worse from his humors? Himself always.
l don't know. How can l promise?
l'll try and get Mr. Marley to hold out 'til then, l'm sure.
You don't believe in me.
There shall no evil befall thee,
Not a bit, Ma-ma!
Take heed, rise, and walk with me.
All you would get out of it is about eleven pounds odd.
Come, come Mr. Fezziwig,
A Merry Merry Christmas.
My usual place is over there, under the clock.
Why?
Ma-ma must have looked just as you look now, just before she died.
Take me extra, Sir.
You'll never get a better offer.
The world, that can be so brutally cruel to the poor,
Yes! What a delightful boy.
Sir.
l shall go when the office is closed. At seven o'clock.
Well.
Oh?
But you're still so young, you may have a change of heart one day.
My welfare? - Your reclamation then.
As good as gold and better.
And, l'm sure, there are no old bones here like mine.
Why, bless your heart.
l'm as ... merry as a school boy!