Disney+ original film A Christmas Carol was released November 6th, 2009.
#AChristmasCarol made $325.2M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 52%
metacritic: 55
imdb: 6.8
Ebenezer Scrooge
Eboneezer Scrooge is visited by four apparitions in London, England.
“Yes. Quite dead. As a doornail. Stop! Back away, praddock. Tuppence is tuppence. Delinquents.” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Bah! Humbug! Merry Christmas. What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough. Humbug! What else can I be when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas. What’s Christmastime to you but a time for paying bills without money. A time for finding yourself a year older and not a penny richer. If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled in his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart! Nephew!” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Keep Christmas in your own way and let me keep it in mine. Let me leave it alone then. Much good it has ever done you. Let me hear another sound out of you, Crachit, and you’ll keep Christmas by losing your situation. You’re quite a powerful speaker, sir. A wonder you don’t go into Parliament. I’ll see you in hell first. Why did you get married? Because… …you fell… …in love? Good afternoon. Good afternoon. Good afternoon! Good afternoon!” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“There’s another one. A clerk making 15 shillings a week… …and with a wife and family, talking about a merry Christmas. I’ll retire to Bedlam. Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years. He died seven years ago… this very night. Are there no prisons? And the union workhouses, are they still in operation? The treadmill in full vigor. Good! I was afraid something had occurred to stop them in their useful course. Nothing. I wish to be left alone! I don’t make merry myself at Christmas, and I can’t afford to make idle people merry. I support the establishments I have mentioned. And those who are badly off must go there. Then they had better do it and decrease the surplus population. Good afternoon, gentlemen!” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“You’ll want all day tomorrow, I suppose? It’s not convenient, and it’s not fair. If I were to dock you a half a crown for it, you’d think yourself ill-used. And yet you think me ill-used when I pay a day’s wages for no work. Poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every 25th of December. But I suppose you must have the whole day. Be here all the earlier next morning.” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Bugger it! Where are you? Here! Why does everything seem to happen to me? Ah! Get away! Get away! Ha! Balderdash! I have given myself the willies. That’s what it is. It’s all still a hum… ah! How now! What do you want with me? Who are you? Who were you then? Can you sit down? Do it then. I don’t. Because the littlest thing can affect them. A slight disorder of the stomach can make them cheat. You may be an undigested bit of beef. A bit of mustard. A crumb of cheese. A fragment of underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are. Mercy! Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me? I do! I must!” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“You are fettered in chains. Why? Jacob, tell me no more. Speak comfort to me, Jacob. Seven years dead and traveling all the time? You must’ve covered a lot of ground in seven years. But you were always a good man of business! I will. But don’t be hard upon me, Jacob. Pray. You were always a good friend to me, Jacob. Thank ‘ee. That’s the chance and hope? I’d rather not. Couldn’t I take them all at once, and have it over with, Jacob? Ah! Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah!” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold to me? Is it possible that you might put your cap on? No, no! No, no! I’m so sorry. I meant nothing by it. I meant no offense. I just thought I… who and what are you? Long past? But I am mortal and liable to fall. Whoa! Good heavens. I was bred in this place. I was a boy here. Nothing. Something in my eye. Remember it? I could walk it blindfolded. Oh! Whoa! I knew them. I know every one of them. They were schoolmates of mine.” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“This… this was my school. I know. Poor boy. Poor, poor boy.” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Home, little Fan? You’re quite a woman, little Fan. She had a large heart. Yes, one child. Yes. Know it? I was an apprentice here! Why, it’s old Fezziwig. Bless his heart! It’s Fezziwig alive again! Dick Wilkins. Bless me, yes. There he is, Dick Wilkins. He was very attached to me, was Dick. Whoa! Hey!” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Another idol? What idol? There is nothing on this earth more terrifying to me than a life doomed to poverty. May I ask, why do you condemn, with such severity, the honest pursuit of substance? Changed? Perhaps grown wiser, but I have not changed toward you. I was a boy! Have I ever sought release? In what, then? You think not?” — Ebenezer Scrooge
“Spirit, remove me from this place. Remove me. I cannot bear it. Leave me! Take me back! Haunt me no longer! Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! Oh, blast! Never. I don’t think I have. You have many brothers? Oh. I see you wear a scabbard, but no sword. Spirit, conduct me where you will. Oh! What’s happening? What are you doing? Ah! Oh! Very strange. Yes.” — Ebenezer Scrooge
The Ghost of Christmas Present
“Enter, Scrooge! Come in! Come in and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! You have never seen the likes of me before? Have never walked forth with my elder brothers? More than 1,800. 1,842, to be exact. Indeed. Peace on Earth. Goodwill toward men. Oh… touch my robe. Indeed. Not many mortals are granted a heavenly perspective of man’s world.”
The Ghost of Christmas Past
“I am. Would you so soon put out, with your worldly hands, the light I give? I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. Your past. Rise. And walk with me. Bear but a touch of my hand there… …and you shall be upheld in more than this. Your lip… is trembling. And what’s that? On your cheek? Do you remember the way? These are but shadows of things that have been. They have no consciousness… of us. Let’s go on.”
“This school is not quite deserted. A solitary child… …neglected by his friends… …is left here still. Let’s… see another Christmas. She died a woman. And had, as I think… …children. True. Your nephew.”
“Do you know this place? I told you, these were shadows of things that have been. They are what they are. Do not blame me.”
The Ghost of Jacob Marley
“Oh, much. Ask me who I was. In life, I was your partner, Jacob Marley. I can! You do not believe in me. Why do you doubt your senses? Man of worldly mind, do you believe in me or not? Woe! Woe is me! I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it link by link and yard by yard. Do you recognize its pattern? Can you imagine the weight and length of the chain you bear? It was as heavy and long as this seven Christmas Eves ago. Oh, yours is a ponderous chain. I have none to give. I cannot stay. I cannot linger anywhere. Mark me, in life, my spirit never walked beyond our countinghouse, never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing hole. Now endless journeys lie before me. The whole time. No rest, no peace. I was blind! Blind! I could not see my own life! Squandered and misused. Oh, woe… oh, woe is me! Business! Mankind… was my business. The common welfare was my business. Charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were all my… business. Hear me! My time is nearly gone.”
“I am here to warn you, that you have yet a chance at a hope of escaping my fate. A chance of my procuring, Ebenezer. You will be haunted by three spirits. Expect the first tomorrow when the bell tolls one. Expect the second the next night at the same hour. And the third upon the next night, when the last stroke of 12 has ceased to vibrate. Look to see me no more.”
Crachit
“Merry Christmas to you, sir. Well, if quite convenient, sir. Well, it’s only once a year, sir. Sir.”
“In honor of Christmas Eve! Whoa!”
Fred
“Merry Christmas, Uncle! God save you. Christmas a humbug? Uncle! You don’t mean that. What right do you have to be so dismal? You’re rich enough. Don’t be cross, Uncle. Uncle! Keep it? But you don’t keep it.”
“There are many things from which I have derived good and have not profited. Christas being among them. But I have always though of Christmas as a kind, charitable time. The only time when men open their shut-up hearts, and think of all people as fellow travelers to the grave, and not some other race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, Uncle, although it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe it has done me good, and I say, God bless it! Don’t be cross, Uncle. Come, dine with us tomorrow. But why? Why so cold-hearted, Uncle? Why? Because I fell in love.”
“I want nothing from you. I ask nothing of you. Why can’t we be friends? I’m sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and therefore, merry Christmas, Uncle! And a happy New Year! And a very merry Christmas to you too, Mr. Crachit.”
London, England
“Certificate of death, sir. Beg your pardon! Sir! ♪Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ♪ From God our heavenly Father ♪ A blessed Angel ♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen ♪ Let nothing you dismay ♪♪ We’re hungry, sir! Please, sir, we’re very hungry. Any morsel. We’re hungry, sir. Any scraps. We’re starving. Please, sir. We’re very hungry. Oh! Merry Christmas, from his lordship, the mayor! Please, sir. Oh, look. There it is. Oi! Come back here with that! That’s our meat!”
“There you are, sir. Thanks. Fresh hot chestnuts. How would you like this one? That’s perfect. That’s a nice fresh eel. Here is the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Get lost. And under which one is the pea? Boom, boom, boom, boom… boom! Get out of here. There we are. Watch this now.”
“Ah. Good afternoon. Scrooge and Marley’s, I believe? Ah… have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr. Marley? Oh… well, we have no doubt that his generosity, is well represented by his surviving partner. At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge, it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision, for the poor and the destitute. Many thousands are in want of common comfort, sir. Prisons? Yes, yes, plenty of prisons. They are. I wish I could say they were not. Very busy, sir. Yes. At this festive season, a few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to buy the poor some meat and drink and means of warmth. What shall we put you down for? Oh, you wish to remain anonymous? Many cannot go there. And, well, frankly, many would rather die. Good afternoon.”
“Whoa! I’m sorry. I wish I could help you. Giddyup! Giddyup! ♪ Love and joy ♪♪”
“Ebenezer! Ebenezer! Dear, dear brother! I’ve come to bring you home! Yes, home! Father is so much kinder than he used to be. He spoke so gently to me one night. I was not afraid to ask him if you might come home. And he said yes! And he sent me in a coach to fetch you. And we’re to be together all the Christmas long. And to have the merriest time in all the world!”
“Yo-ho! Ebenezer, come on! Come on! Dick! Come on! It’s 6:00. They’re going to be here soon. Yo-ho, me lads! No more work tonight. It’s Christmas Eve! Hooray! Dick, Ebenezer, let’s get cleared away. We want lots of space. Lots and lots of space. Hee-hi! Maestro! May I present…?! Well done! Well done! And now, kind fiddler, if you please. It is time for Sir Roger de Coverley! Might I have this dance with you? Whoo! Ebenezer, it’s your pass.”
“Another idol has replaced me. A golden one. You fear the world too much, Ebenezer. You’ve changed. Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor and content to be so. When it was made… you were another man. I release you, Ebenezer. In words, no. In an altered spirit. In another atmosphere of life. In everything that made my love of any worth in your sight. Tell me, Ebenezer, if this contract had never been between us, would you seek me out now? No. I would gladly think otherwise if I could. But if you were free today, would you choose a dowerless girl? A girl left penniless by the death of her parents? You, who weighs everything by gain? I release you, Ebenezer. May you be happy in the life you’ve chosen.”
