[upon hearing Harry's two fold comments about him] As for you, Nephew, if you were in my will, I'd disinherit you!
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Leslie Bricusse
Leslie Bricusse (born 29 January 1931) is an English composer, lyricist, and playwright, most prominently working in musicals and also film theme songs. 2Early life and education Bricusse was educated at University College School in London then Gonville and Caius College at Cambridge. While at Cambridge, he was Secretary of Footlights between 1952 and 1953 and Footlights President during the following year. 2Career In the 1960s and 1970s, Bricusse enjoyed a fruitful partnership with Anthony Newley. They wrote the musical Stop the World – I Want to Get Off (1961) which was made into a film in 1966. Also in collaboration with Newley, Bricusse wrote The Roar of the Greasepaint – The Smell of the Crowd (1965) and Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (1971), based on the children's book by Roald Dahl, and for which they received an Academy Award nomination for Best Original Song Score. When he collaborated with Newley, the two men referred to themselves as the team of "Brickman and Newburg", with "Newburg" concentrating mainly on the music and "Brickman" on the lyrics. Ian Fraser often did their arrangements. Working solely as a lyricist, he collaborated with composer Cyril Ornadel on Pickwick (1963), based on Charles Dickens' The Pickwick Papers, a successful vehicle for Harry Secombe. Later collaborators included Henry Mancini (Victor/Victoria in 1982 and Tom and Jerry The Movie in 1992) and John Williams (Hook in 1991
Ghost of Christmas Present: How many of my brothers have you rejected in your miserable lifetime! Ebenezer Scrooge: I have never met any of your brothers, sir! Ghost of Christmas Present: You have never looked for them!
Ebenezer Scrooge: [asking about the ghost's elder brothers] How many of them are there? Ghost of Christmas Present: What year is this? Ebenezer Scrooge: Eighteen hundred and sixty. Ghost of Christmas Present: Then I have eighteen hundred and fifty-nine brothers.
Ebenezer Scrooge: [to Bob] You still don't recognize me, do you Cratchit? Bob Cratchit: Yes. No. You're Father Christmas? Ebenezer Scrooge: [chuckles] No. [pulls down his mask briefly] Mrs. Cratchit: [screams] It's Mr. Scrooge! He's gone mad! Bob Cratchit: It's all right, dear. There's nothing to be…
[Scrooge is covertly watching Harry's Christmas party] Tom - Friend of Harry's: Harry, I've visited you every Christmas for the past five years, and to this day I can never understand this extraordinary ritual of toasting the health of your old uncle Ebenezer. I mean, everyone knows he's the most…
Jacob Marley's Ghost: You will be visited by three ghosts. Ebenezer Scrooge: I...I think I'd rather not.
Tom Jenkins: Hot broth, Mr. Scrooge. A small token of Christmas esteem, with the compliments of Tom Jenkins. Ebenezer Scrooge: No. Tom Jenkins: And there'll be a free can of broth, sir, every night for the coming year in gratitude for your infinite kindness...in giving me another two weeks to pay.…
[about Bob Cratchit] Fifteen shillings a week, a wife and five children... and he still talks of a Merry Christmas!
Ebenezer Scrooge: Who are you? Ghost of Christmas Past: I am the spirit whose coming was foretold to you. Ebenezer Scrooge: You don't look like a ghost. Ghost of Christmas Past: Thank you. Ebenezer Scrooge: May I inquire more precisely who or what you are? Ghost of Christmas Past: I am the Ghost of…
1st Portly Gentleman: Mr. Scrooge, sir, we find it more than usually desirable than we make some slight provision for the poor and destitute. Ebenezer Scrooge: Excellent! Then I suggest you do so! 2nd Portly Gentleman: What may we put down for you, sir? Ebenezer Scrooge: Nothing, sir. 1st Portly…
Nephew Fred: A merry Christmas, Uncle Ebenezer! God save you. Ebenezer Scrooge: God save me from Christmas. It's another humbug. Nephew Fred: Christmas a humbug? Come, now. I'm sure you don't mean that. Ebenezer Scrooge: And I'm sure that I do mean that. Merry Christmas, indeed. What reason have you…
Jacob Marley's Ghost: [Scrooge has arrived in Hell] Ah! So there you are. Ebenezer Scrooge: Marley! Where am I? Jacob Marley's Ghost: I should have thought it was obvious. I heard you were coming down today, so I thought I'd come to greet you, show you to your quarters. Nobody else wanted to.…
How shall I ever understand this world? There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty, and yet, there is nothing it condemns with such severity as the pursuit of wealth.
[a knock at the door] Ebenezer Scrooge: Fire and damnation! Don't they know that I'm trying to run a business here? [flings the door open] Nephew Fred: Uncle Ebenezer! I cannot tell you what a joy it is to see your happy, smiling face. Ebenezer Scrooge: Oh...it's you.
Ebenezer Scrooge: [Ghost of Christmas Present has brought Scrooge to Bob Cratchit's home] I want to look in the window. Ghost of Christmas Present: It will cost you nothing, which I'm sure is good news for you. Ebenezer Scrooge: Will they be able to see me? Ghost of Christmas Present: No, which I'm…
[singing] I will start anew / I will make amends / and I will make quite certain / that the story ends / on a note of hope / on a strong amen / and I'll thank the world / and remember when / I was able to begin again!
Ebenezer Scrooge: And be good enough to leave me alone during business hours. Nephew Fred: Seven o'clock on Christmas Eve? That's not business hours, that's drudgery for the sake of it, and an insult to all men of goodwill. Bob Cratchit: Here, here! Nephew Fred: [surprised] Thank you, Bob Cratchit.…
Ebenezer Scrooge: [watching Fezziwig's Christmas party] What a marvelous man... Ghost of Christmas Past: What's so marvelous? He's merely spent a few pounds of your mortal money. Three or four, perhaps. What is that to be deserving of so much praise? Ebenezer Scrooge: You don't understand. He had…
Ebenezer Scrooge: Why do you walk the earth? Why'd you come to persecute me? And what is that great chain you wear? Jacob Marley's Ghost: I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it, link by link and yard by yard, while on Earth, and now I will never be rid of it, any more than you will ever be rid…