Cratchit only earns fifteen shillings a week! He is so foolish for having some much kids!
I would say he gets the pleasure of his family, fifteen times a week times the numbers of hours a day!
Will Tiny Tim live long?
Okay kids, now we are going to pray to God and thank Him for this wonderful meal we have. We should always be grateful.
So what? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
God bless every one.
I want to toast to you, Mr.Scrooge, the Founder of the Feast
Oh. Spirit, must I?
It should be Christmas Day, I am sure, on which one drinks the health of such an odious, stingy, unfeeling man such as Mr.Scrooge...
Thank you, Bob and Mrs. Cratchit. No one else is toasting me... not now... not ever.
This is Christmas Day, I should drink to the health of the man who employs me and allows me to earn my living and our support and that man is Ebenezer Scrooge.
I'll drink to his health for your sake and the day's, but not for his sake... a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you, Mr.Scrooge.
*The Cractchits are talking and eating *
I do not present the Cratchit to you because they are handsome, or brilliant family. They are not highly special. But they are grateful, happy, and pleased with one another, contented with the time and how it passes.