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( thud ) Careful, Tiny.
They couldn't get Marley.
Charles Dickens' immortal Christmas Carol.
NARRATOR: Marley was dead, dead as a doornail.
TV ANNOUNCER: For tonight's television special,
Hey, where's Felix?
I want to invite the police commissioner.
Merry Christmas!
What's that noise?
Yeah, let's all work hard.
You're not going to sleep a wink tonight.
( "Joy to the World" playing in distance )
Oh, yeah, yeah, you did tell me my ulcer would act up.
Come on, let's go.
Merry Christmas, sir. Everybody...
♪ Tra-la-la-la-la... ♪
( stiffly ): "Christmas... bah... humbug.
Soon as I get my overcoat and galoshes,
"So I hope your stupid reindeers attack you, you fat creep!
Are you crazy? That's 12 floors down!
( "Joy To The World" continues playing in distance )
I, for one, refuse to beg him.
And don't touch the snow.
It's your Christmas present.
You have a singing telegram.