Mister Magoo's Christmas Carol

Ebenezer Scrooge:
[sees a horse from his window] Hello! Hello there!

[horse neighs and rears in terror, then bolts]

Ebenezer Scrooge:
Ah, the same to you! Oh, yes, indeed. A pleasant fellow.

Mrs. Cratchit:
Hush my dear, tears cannot bring Tiny Tim back to us.

Ebenezer Scrooge:
No! Not Tiny Tim!

Ebenezer Scrooge:
[singing] Ringle, ringle, coins when they jingle, make such a lovely sound. Give them away and nobody can rob you.

Ebenezer Scrooge:
Spirit! They're gone! Spirit, they've vanished!

Ghost of Christmas Past:
Not quite all.

Ebenezer Scrooge:
[looks at a painting] Imagine going out looking like this... lock me up for a loony they would.

Ebenezer Scrooge:
Merry Christmas. Out upon 'Merry Christmas!' If I could work my will, every fool 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! Bah! Humbug!