영문 Muppet Christmas Carol 머펫의 크리스마스 캐럴 영화 대사
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Muppet Christmas Carol Script
- Well. That was a fine meal.
- Yes. It was. Wasnt it?
Yes. Where shall we go now?
- Lets have. Uh. Lunch!
- Oh. Good idea.
- Now quiet down. You melons.
- Hey. Im being stolen!
Hey. Help me! Help me!
Hey. Put me down!
What about my nose?
Ow!
Banana peels comin down!
Come along. Ladies.
Heres a nice Christmas turkey.
Turkeys!
Get your Christmas turkey.
Hey. Wha...
Get back in that box there!
Get your boomerang fish.
Oh! Guaranteed fresh.
Throw the fish away.
and it comes back to me.
- Get em while theyre fresh.
- Apples! Christmas apples!
- We got Mclntosh!
- Get your Christmas apples.
- Red Delicious.
- Tuppence apiece while they last.
We... They wont last long
the way youre eating them.
Hey. Im creatin scarcity.
Drives the prices up.
Rizzo...
Hello! Welcome to
The Muppet Christmas Carol.
- I am here to tell the story.
- And I am here for the food.
- My name is Charles Dickens.
- And my name is Rizzo the Rat.
Hey. Wait a second.
Youre not Charles Dickens.
- I am too!
- No.
A blue. Furry Charles Dickens
who hangs out with a rat?
- Absolutely!
- Dickens was a th-century novelist.
- A genius!
- Oh. Youre too kind.
Why should I believe you?
Well. Because I know the story
of"A Christmas Carol"
like the back of my hand.
- Prove it!
- All right.
Um. Theres a little mole on my thumb
and. Uh. A scar on my wrist...
- From when I fell off my bicycle.
- No. No. No. No.
Dont tell us your hand.
Tell us the story.
Oh. Oh. Thank you. Yes.
The Marleys were dead to begin with.
- Wha- Wha... Pardon me?
- Thats how the story begins. Rizzo.
The Marleys were dead to begin with.
as dead as a doornail.
Its a good beginning.
Its creepy and kind of spooky.
- Oh. Thank you. Rizzo.
- Youre welcome. Mr Dickens.
In life. The Marleys
had been business partners...
with a shrewd moneylender
named Ebenezer Scrooge.
You will meet him
as he comes around that corner.
- Where?
- There.
- When?
- Now.
There he is.
Mr Ebenezer Scrooge.
Say. Is it gettin colder out here?
When a cold wind blows
it chills you
Chills you to the bone
But theres nothing in nature that freezes
your heart like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge
- And the worst of the worst
- The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Scrooge
- Unkind as any
- And the wrath of many
This is Ebenezer Scrooge
Oh, there goes Mr Humbug
There goes Mr Grimm
If they gave a prize
for beinmean
The winner would be him
Old Scrooge, he loves his money
cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavour
you can bet he would be sour
Even the vegetables
dont like him.
There goes Mr Skinflint
There goes Mr Greed
The undisputed master
of the underhanded deed
He charges folks a fortune
for his dark and draughty houses
Us poor folk live in misery
Its even worse for mouses
Please. Sir.
I want some cheese.
He must be so lonely
He must be so sad
He goes to extremes
to convince us hes bad
Hes really a victim
of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be
a sweet man inside
- Nah.
- Uh-uh.
There goes Mr Outrage
There goes Mr Sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Dont ask him for a favour
cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us meeces
Scrooge liked the cold.
He was hard and sharp as a flint...
secretive. Self-contained.
as solitary as an oyster.
There goes Mr Heartless
There goes Mr Cruel
He never gives
He only takes
He lets his hunger rule
If being means a way of life
You practise and rehearse
Then all that work is paying off
cause Scrooge is getting worse
Every day in every way
Scrooge is getting worse
- Oh. Boy!
- How the time flies! Look at this.
- Ive got to go.
- What happened?
Hey. Guys. What happened?
Humbug.
What an unpleasant fella!
He was a tightfisted hand
at the grindstone. Scroo...
- Boy. This really is a dirty city.
- Youre telling me!
- Come here.
- Hmm?
Thank you for making me
a part of this.
He was a tightfisted hand
at the grindstone. Scrooge...
a squeezing.
wrenching. Grasping...
clutching. Covetous old sinner.
- Bob Cratchit?
- Yes. Mr Scrooge?
- Who is this?
- Its Mr Applegate. Sir.
Hes here to speak to you
about his mortgage.
Please. Mr Scrooge.
I know youre very angry about this.
And I didnt mean to fall behind
in the payments.
Lord knows.
it being Christmas and all.
Please dont shout at me. Sir.
That and. Of course. Little Gwen.
Her lungs arent right.
The doctor takes his share. Dont he?
I mean. You can yell and scream and
youre right. But it wont do no good...
because Im the stone
you cant squeeze blood from.
And thats the truth!
Thank you for not shouting at me.
- Seventy-two...
- Seventy-four...
Let us deal with the eviction notices
for tomorrow. Mr Cratchit.
- Tomorrow is Christmas. Sir.
- Very well.
You may gift-wrap them.
- Let us help you with that. Mr Cratchit.
- Oh. My. There are certainly a lot today.
- Well get em.
- Okay. Okay.
- There you go. Boss.
- Here you go.
- Look out on that end.
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