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A Lesson in External Self-Awareness: A Christmas Carol - Clip copyright 20th Century Fox, 1984 In Charles Dickens' Famous Story, a Christmas Carol, a bitter money-lender named Ebenezer Scrooge is visited by four ghosts on Christmas Eve. First, the Spirit of Scrooge's dead partner, Jacob Marley, warns Scrooge to change his life or suffer a terrible fate in the after-life. Marley then tells Scrooge that he will be visited by three ghosts: The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christmas yet to come. When the ghost of Christmas present arrives, he shows Scrooge Christmas scenes from the homes of Scrooge's clerk, Bob Cratchit, and his nephew, Fred. Unseen and unheard, Scrooge listens in these moments as others honestly express what they think of him... (joyful music) (children laugh and giggle) - [Ghost Of Christmas Present] Do you know this house? - [Scrooge] No, I can't say I do. - This is the house of Bob Cratchit. - Is it? Well, he does very well on 15 bob a week. - Shall we go in? - I wouldn't want to disturb him. - As with Christmas past, we shall be invisible and unheard. - Wonder what's keeping your father? - He's probably stopped to talk to the pastor. Father always likes to compliment him on his sermons. - I do hope the pudding's a success this year. - No one makes a better pudding than you, Mother. (kiss) - Peter? Save some for the rest of the family. - Just testing the cooking, Mother. - I'm sure they will manage very well on their own without your help, young man. - Hello, Mother! - Hello, Mother! - Smell the goose cooking Martha! - Yes, it makes my mouth water. - Mine too! - I can't wait! - Well, you'll just have to. Now run along with Martha and help her butter the bread, thinly. - Here they are! - Merry Christmas, everyone! - You're late Bob Cratchit. Ooh and you're wet like an icicle Tim. You've been dawdling. - Father had a long talk with the minister. - Thought as much. - Come Tim, listen to the pudding hissing on the fire! - It's like a giant snake inside the copper. - Go along with your brother and sister, Tim. - Off you go then. (children giggling and talking) How did he behave in church? - He was good as gold, better. - I was very worried it would all turn out all right. - Look how they support him. - What did you say? - Nothing its, uh, nothing. - Somehow, he gets thoughtful sitting by himself so much. He thinks the strangest things. He told me coming home, that he hoped that the people in church saw him, because he was a cripple, and that it might be pleasant for them to remember on Christmas Day who it was, that made lame beggars walk and blind men see. It seems to me that Tim is getting stronger everyday, that his limbs are growing, that he's in better spirits, it seems to me. - Yes, Bob, I'm sure you're right. He's getting stronger. - Well, we're all here, that's the important thing. - Belinda, help me with the goose. - [Belinda] Yes, Mother. - Peter, I have some good news for you. I met by chance, this morning at church, a fine gentlemen, Fred Hollowell by name. He's the nephew of our own Mr. Scrooge, and he remembered that I have a son coming of working age. and he told me that he had a position open starting at three shillings and six pence every week. - Three shillings and six pence every week? - So if you are agreeable, you may start work on Monday next. - Now, I can begin to help you and mother! - More important, you shall be embarking on a fine career. - To start a boy at three and six pence a week? It's typical of my nephew. It's no wonder why he's never been able to put by a penny. - Perhaps he's put by more than money. - Fred? Hmph. He's doing it this to spite me, you know? Employing the son of my employee at an exorbitant wage. (children yelling excitedly) - Quiet, quiet, quiet, children quiet. (Everyone gasps) - [Peter] Wow, enough for an army! - It's so brown and crisp! Mother you've outdone yourself! - Is it all right then? - Hurry father cut the goose! - I can't wait! (forceful tapping) - Haven't we forgotten something? Lord, we thank you for the bounty You have placed before us. We thank You for this day of love and joy. We thank You for allowing us to be together, to share with each other and with You the fullness of our hearts on this special day. Amen. ( Amen in unison) - Amen. - Amen - What? You say something? - No, no. - Oh, I thought I heard you... - No, I said nothing. - Oh. - Peter. Alice. Belinda. - It's a very small goose. - It's all Bob Cratchit can afford. - All are served? - Yes. (group chatter) - And let's begin. And a Merry Christmas to us all. - A Merry Christmas to us all! - And God bless us, everyone. (sentimental music) - Tell me Spirit, will he live? - I see a vacant place at this table. I see a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the future, the child will die. - No. No, say he will be spared. - If these shadows remain unaltered by the future, none other of my species will find him here. Well, if he is to die, then let him die and decrease the surplus population. (music intensifies) - You use my own words against me. - So perhaps in the future, you will hold your tongue until you have discovered what the surplus population is, and where it is. It may well be that in the sight of heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. (intense violin music continues) (family claps and cheers) (blows in unison) - A triumph my dear! Another triumph. (family claps and laughs) - I told you so mother. - Oh, it's a success. What a relief for Mrs. Cratchit. Now their feast is over. - Not quite. Just one more ceremonious moment. Look. - Now, I would like to propose a toast to Mr. Ebeneezer Scrooge, the founder of our feast. Mr. Scrooge. - The founder of our feast indeed. I wish I had him here. I give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and hope he had good appetite for it. - My dear, the children it's Christmas Day. - It should be Christmas Day, when one would drink the health of such a stingy odious, mean, hard, unfeeling man as Mr. Ebeneezer Scrooge. - My dear, have some charity. - Oh well. I drink his health for your sake, and the day's sake, but not for his. Long life, Mr. Ebeneezer Scrooge. A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I have no doubt his Christmas will be very merry, and he'll be very happy. - Mr. Scrooge? - Mr Scrooge. - Mr. Scrooge. - Mr. Scrooge. - Mr. Scrooge. - Mr. Scrooge. (gulps) - He's made a point, Bob Cratchit has. Without me, there would be no feast. No goose at all. My head for business has furnished him employment. - Is that all you've learned by observing this family on Christmas Day? - Well, no, not all, but one must speak up for oneself, for one's life. (children giggle) (family sings Christmas carols) - We have some time left. Take my robe. (family continues singing) (street carolers sing) - Where are we now? - Just a street. Any street! This house. We'll go in here. I think it might amuse you. - I'm in no mood to be amused. (carolers sing) (laughter) (piano music and laughter) - Dear husband, do you find my playing so amusing? - Oh, I'm sorry, my love. I was thinking of his face yesterday. Humbug, be said. Humbug. He said that Christmas was a humbug. He believed it too. - I'd very much like to meet your uncle, sir. The droll way which you portray him, tickles my heart. - He is a comical fellow. - But not so pleasant as he might be. - His offenses carry their own punishment. - Dear brother-in-law, it's said, he's very rich. - Yes, well that is very true, but he's wealth is of no use to him. He doesn't do any good with it. He doesn't even make himself comfortable with it. - I don't squander it, if that's what you mean by comfortable. - You mustn't argue with those we visit. It's useless, and even tactless. - Tact is a quality I despise. - That I can see. - I have new patience with him. - Well, I have, and I feel sorry for him. - Sorry for me? - Who suffers from these little whims? Himself, always. Here, he takes it in his heart to dislike us and to not come and dine with us. - And he loses a very good dinner, indeed. - [Fred] The reason that I talk about my uncle, sir, is that my mother, God rest her saintly soul, was very fond of him. She loved him. - It's true. Fan loved me, and I her. Dear Fan, if only she were alive today. - Fred looks very like her. - Yes. Been reminded of that just recently. - I was only going to say that the consequences of his taking a dislike to us, and not making merry with us, is that he loses some pleasant moments, which could do him no harm. And I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not. - And every year he'll say Christmas, ( Bah humbug in unison) (laughter) - Come my dear, we must see to our guests. (crowd chatters) - The noise, I can't hear myself think. - Well they seem to be happy. - Well, I suppose the free food and drink would be an occasion for pleasure to most people. - Happy in each other's company I mean. - Everyone! Hush there, we shall have a game. A word game. What shall it be? (crowd chatters) Does everyone know the rules to similes? All right, everyone. Now you shall each have five seconds to answer. I'll ask the question. Mr. Topper, you'll keep count? - Oh, I shall do my best. (group laughs) - You'll each have five seconds to answer. If you fail to give an acceptable answer within that time, then you will each stand behind your chair. Last one who's seated wins the prize. - Fred, don't go on so, just begin. - Oh I'm sorry my love, yeah. Yes I shall. Proud as... - Proud as a peacock. (laughter) - Dry as... - As a bone! - Plump as... - My wife. (laughter) Sorry my love. Just little joke. Plump as... - 1 - 2 seconds - A partridge! - Quick as... - Wind! (counts to 5 in unison) - A wink, you idiot. - Ebeneezer, shh! - You said they can neither see or hear us. - That's quite true. Oh yes, yes sorry. Even I forget the regulation sometime. After all, that I do not come back very often. - Shh I am trying to listen to the game. - Modest as... - A maiden. - No - Well I'm sure it's a well-known simile. - Well I was thinking of, modest as a violet. - Fred! - However, I will accept your answer. Janet? Attend. Tight as... - Tight as... - A drum. Anyone knows that. - Tight as! - Not very bright, my nephew's wife. - Tight as your uncle Scrooge's purse strings! (group laughs) - Oh Janet, that's quite wrong, and your time is up. You've lost and you must stand behind your chair. Tight as a drum! That's what I was thinking of. - Good for you, Fred. Boy's got a head on his shoulders. And as for the laughter at my expense, Spirit, I'm inclined to overlook it, in view of the general gaiety of the evening. - It is now time to leave this pleasant scene. We have one more visit to make before my time is done. Take hold of my robe. (group chatter) (pleasant music)

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