:42:02
- Yeah.
- Well, all right.
:42:05
Boys! Sliding in front of the church?
:42:08
Now run away home.
And a merry Christmas to you all.
:42:11
- Run home.
- See?
:42:13
But, darling, he has no soul.
:42:15
He's simply acting like a grownup.
:42:16
I still say he has no soul.
:42:18
He just doesn't appreciate the qualities
of a good slide.
:42:39
Come on.
:42:44
One, two, three.
:42:55
- Giddyap.
- Merry Christmas, Tom.
:42:57
And a merry Christmas to you, Bob.
:42:59
- And to you, too, Tiny Tim.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas, sir.
:43:04
Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
:43:09
If the shadows remain unaltered
by the future, the child will die.
:43:13
No!
:43:15
Surely he'll be spared.
:43:17
With the kind of care that money can buy,
who could tell?
:43:21
But Bob Cratchit has no money.
Not even a position, I've heard.
:43:25
If all this remains unaltered by the future...
:43:29
the next Christmas
will not find Tiny Tim here.
:43:34
But what of it?
:43:35
If he be like to die, he'd better do it
and decrease the population.
:43:42
Come.
:43:51
Mother! The goose, we smelled it.
:43:53
Outside the baker's.
:43:55
- We did, didn't we?
- It was ours. We knew.
:43:57
Because of the smell.
:43:58
Young, sharp noses. Out you go.