“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 got to be merry? You're poor enough.

Nephew Fred: What reason have you got to be miserable? You're rich enough.

Ebenezer Scrooge: There is no such thing as rich enough, only poor enough.

Nephew Fred: Don't be so dismal, Uncle Ebenezer!

Ebenezer Scrooge: What else can I be when I live in a world full of fools babbling Merry Christmas at one another? What's Christmas but a time for finding yourself a year older and not a day richer? There's nothing merry in that. If I could work my will, nephew, every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.”