Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Much obliged. Good night to ya.
And, l'll - l'll change! l'm not the man l was.
The business of the office is not yet finished,
Or any other good old city, town, or borough in the good old world.
Young Jimmy Grove on his deathbed lay,
Huh, Huh!
the founder of the feast.
Alice!?
lt's the best one he had, and a fine one, too.
Hu - hu- humbug!
The spirits must have done everything in one night.
May you be happy in the life you have chosen.
if you can find the grace to,
lf you'll let me.
l must ask you to speak for yourself, Mr. Jorkin!
Why show me all this if l'm beyond all hope?
You have chosen not to seek him in your heart.
Same to you, Sir. - Well thank you, thank you, thank you.
They'd skin Jack Ketch alive and he'd never know they'd done it.
Oh, no!... No!
l am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Are there no prisons? ... Are there no workhouses?
And now he benefits us when he's dead.
And a total asset of eleven pounds, eight shillings, and 10 pence.
I'll send it to Bob Cratchit!
Not be crushed under with the weak and the infirm.
Well what can l do about it? lf he's dying, he's dying.
But l see it not withstanding.
Ebenezer
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
lt's only once a year, Sir. lt won't be repeated.
Watch, fob, seal, pencil case, sleeve buttons, broach.
Everyone's got a right to take care of themselves, he always did.
That's the kind of buck they're looking for these days.
How lonely and deserted it looks.
Strike that speech out of the minutes! - Yes, Sir.
and then l ran all the way so's to be here in time.
This is the happiest Christmas l ever had!
Come back in less than five minutes and l'll give you half a crown!
Show me no more. - But l told you.
Glory to the new born king!
You will be visited by three spirits. - What?
She didn't borrow the twenty pounds, you did.
building up a business for?
Why, it's Cratchit! lt's Bob Cratchit!
Who are you?!
God Bless you, Alice,
well, perhaps the machines aren't such a good thing for mankind, after all.
l wore it.
could boast two rounds of the best gin punch!
l'm very sorry, Sir.
Oh, that's true enough, no one more so.
l'm too old! l'm beyond hope!
No, no, l'll go first. Just to show we all got trust in one another.
Something, l think. - No, no, no, no...
Bug
Our promise is an old one.
You fell in love.
l've just come from Mr. Marley's with a message for Mr. Scrooge.
none other of my way shall find him there.
lf he be like to die, he better do it and decrease the surplus population.
l am the Spirit of Christmas Present. Look upon me.
Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will l deliver him :
l'm not the man l was!
a fragment of an underdone potato.
— -
l'm to say ...
But l can't help it.
l am not mad.
He was the only friend you ever had.
Here, Martha. You hide,
May we hear those figures, Mr. Snedrig? At your pleasure.
Promise me...
You...you ... might be an undigested bit of beef.
Be off with you!
seems odd to think of the place without him, Sir.
lt was. - Oh, well...
Well have they...have they seen to you properly?
l am behind my time, Sir.
lf you ask for another penny
Well, the message was for you to go at once, Sir.
Ha ha ha, you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Can you, Mr. Scrooge?