:45:02
Belinda, you sweeten up the applesauce.
:45:04
- I have, Mommy. It's on the table.
- Good girl.
:45:06
- Peter, take this chair inside.
- Yes, Mother.
:45:08
Now, I'm going to take one last look
at the table.
:45:11
What a Christmas!
There never was such a Christmas.
:45:13
Here, Martha, taste this.
:45:18
Sweet enough?
:45:19
- Well, it's still a wee bit sour.
- So.
:45:22
- Been working hard, Father?
- Yes.
:45:25
How's old Scrooge?
:45:28
- Same as ever.
- What's the matter?
:45:31
Not a thing. Not a single blessed thing.
:45:34
Something at the office?
:45:35
No. Why, it was only yesterday
Mr. Scrooge came to me...
:45:38
shook my hand and, "Cratchit,"
he says, "Cratchit, my lad"...
:45:40
he calls me "my lad"...
:45:42
"You're one in 1,000. You're..."
:45:45
Something is wrong. What is it?
:45:56
- I've been sacked, Martha.
- Father!
:45:59
- When was it?
- Last night.
:46:02
You haven't told Mother?
:46:05
Bad luck.
:46:08
Sorry I told you. I really shouldn't have.
I thought it might make me feel better.
:46:11
Bob!
:46:13
There's Mother. Come along. Cheer up.
:46:15
Here we go.
:46:17
Here we are!
:46:19
How's that?
:46:20
You know, I don't think there is anyone,
not anyone, who can touch my punch.
:46:24
Nor do I, Bob.
:46:25
- Do you like our table?
- It's beautiful, my dear.
:46:27
- Peter.
- Yes, Mother?
:46:29
You can go to the baker's now.
:46:30
- And get the goose?
- Yes.
:46:31
The goose!
:46:47
There never was such a goose.
:46:50
- It's a good bird, Bob.
- And reasonable, too.
:46:55
- I'd like to stroke it.
- Tim.