"Mr. Scrooge, sir," Bob ventured, his voice trembling like a leaf in a gale. "It’s Christmas Eve. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire?"
Scrooge laughed, a sound like a rusty hinge finally being oiled. "I haven't missed it! The spirits have done it all in one night!" subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol
Finally, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a silent, shrouded figure, showed him a future where his name was whispered with contempt, where his death was met with indifference, and where Tiny Tim’s seat at the table was empty. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire
"Come, then," returned the nephew gaily. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough." "Come, then," returned the nephew gaily
"Christmas a humbug, uncle! You don’t mean that, I am sure."