Humbug

What right have you to be dismal? You're rich enough.

Humbug.

What's Christmas to you but a time for finding yourself a year older but not an hour richer? Every idiot that goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips should be boiled in his own pudding.

Now, Uncle, I know you didn't mean-

Christmas.

Nonsense.

Humbug.

[door opening and closing]

"Bah," said Scrooge.

"Humbug." "Christmas a humbug, Uncle? You don't mean that, I'm sure." "I do.

Out upon merry Christmas.

[laughs] What's Christmastime to you but a time for paying bills without money, a time for finding yourself [laughs] a year older and not an hour richer? [laughs] A time for balancing your [laughs] books and having every item in them through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? [laughs] Pssh.

Scrooge closed the window and examined the door by which the Ghost had entered.

It was double-locked as he had locked it with his own hands, and the bolts were undisturbed.

Scrooge tried to say, "Humbug," but stopped at the first syllable.

And being from the emotion he had undergone, or the fatigues of the day, or his glimpse of the invisible world, or the [laughs] dull conversation of the Ghost, or the lateness of the hour, much in need of repose, he went straight to bed [laughs] without undressing, and fell asleep on the instant.

While being operated on, Abbott seemed to be not impacted by pain, and Warren famously remarked, gentlemen, this is no humbug.

We should bring that word back.

Humbug.

Humbug.

Tis the season.

Yeah, it is.