Ebenezer: Bob, I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them.
Ebenezer: I must have a label... label label label label label.
Ebenezer: I'll send it to Bob Cratchit, and he shan't know who sent it. It's twice the size of Tiny Tim.
Ebenezer: You have my sympathy.
Jacob Marley: Ah! You do not know the weight and length of strong chain you bear yourself! It was as full and as long as this seven Christmas eves ago and you have labored on it since. Ah, it is a ponderous chain.
Spirit of Christmas Present: You've never seen the like of me before, have you?
Ebenezer: Never, and I wish the pleasure had been indefinitely postponed.
Mrs. Dilber: Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge! In keeping with the situation.
Jacob Marley: I wear the chain I forged in life! I made it link by link and yard by yard! I gartered it on of my own free will and by my own free will, I wore it.
Jacob Marley: Look to see me no more. But look here, that you may remember for your own sake what has passed between us.
Ebenezer: Why do they lament?
Jacob Marley: They seek to interfere for good in human matters, and have lost their power forever.
Ebenezer: Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold to me?
Spirit of Christmas Past: I am.
Ebenezer: Who and what are you?
Spirit of Christmas Past: I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Ebenezer: Long past?
Spirit of Christmas Past: No, your past.
Alice: Are you more rested?
Alice's Patient: I am. Bless your dear, gentle heart. You know, I didn't think there was anyone like you left in the whole wide world.
Spirit of Christmas Past: Your sister was always a delicate creature, of whom a breath might have withered, but she had a large heart.
Ebenezer: She had.
Spirit of Christmas Past: She dies a married woman and had, I think, children.
Ebenezer: One child.
Spirit of Christmas Past: Your nephew.
Ebenezer: She died giving him life.
Spirit of Christmas Past: As your mother died giving you life, for which your father never forgave you, as if you were to blame.
Ebenezer: What do you want with me?
Jacob Marley: Much.
Ebenezer: You see that toothpick?
Jacob Marley: I do.
Ebenezer: But you're not looking at it.
Jacob Marley: Yet I see it, notwithstanding.
Ebenezer: Well, then, I'll just swallow this and be tortured by a legion of hobgoblins, all of my own creation! It's all humbug, I tell you, humbug.
Ebenezer: Who are you?
Jacob Marley: Ask me who I was.
Ebenezer: All right, all right, who were you then?
Jacob Marley: In life, I was your partner, Jacob Marley.
Ebenezer: Well, in that case, CAN you sit down?
Jacob Marley: I can.
Jacob Marley: In life, my spirit never rose beyond the limits of our money-changing holes! Now I am doomed to wander without rest or peace, incessant torture and remorse.
Ebenezer: But it was only that you were a good man of business, Jacob.
Jacob Marley: Business? Mankind was my business! Their common welfare was my business! And it is at this time of the rolling year that I suffer most.
Spirit of Christmas Present: Come in! Come in, and know me better, man.
Mrs. Dilber: Bob's yer uncle Mr. Scrooge.
Spirit of Christmas Past: And as your business prospered, Ebenezer Scrooge, a golden idol took possession of your heart, as Alice said it would.
Ebenezer: Who is that? The doctor?
Mrs. Dilber: The undertaker.
Ebenezer: You don't believe in letting the grass grow under your feet, do you?
The Undertaker: Ours is a very competitive profession, sir.