:51:03
This is Bob Cratchit's house?
:51:06
- How do you know that?
- You just told me.
:51:09
Well. I'm usually trustworthy.
:51:16
- Who's that?
- Mrs Cratchit. Of course!
:51:26
Peter. Do not stop turning that spit.
:51:29
That is the whole secret
of a properly roasted goose.
:51:32
It smells so good. Mother.
:51:33
It does. Doesn't it?
:51:37
Oh. That smells wonderful!
:51:40
Oh. Good grief!
:51:42
Hey. I'm stuck.
Get me outta here.
:51:44
I knew you weren't
suited for literature.
:51:50
At least I landed
on something soft.
:51:52
And hot!
Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
:51:58
Mother. Mother. Mother! I thought
you said we couldn't eat the chestnuts...
:52:01
until Father and Tiny Tim get home.
:52:04
l-l-I wasn't eating them.
:52:06
I was... I was merely checking them
to see if they were not burnt.
:52:10
It's a chef's thing. Dear.
And do not shout. Betina.
:52:13
- I'm Belinda!
- I'm Betina!
:52:16
Of course you are. Betina.
:52:19
- Belinda!
- Whatever.
:52:22
- Hmmph!
- Hmmph!
:52:31
'Tis the season
to bejolly and joyous
:52:35
Fa la la
:52:36
With a burst of pleasure
we feel it arrive
:52:39
Fa la la
:52:41
It's a season when
the saints can employ us
:52:44
Fa la la
:52:46
To spread the news about peace
and to keep love alive
:52:53
- Come on. Son.
- Yeah.
:52:55
Let's go see
if Christmas dinner is ready yet.
:52:57
- Oh. Yeah.
- Yes.
:52:59
Careful.