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Bob I don't need a fortune,
in a shoe,
Many men fortunes,
But don't have you.
When I look at you, I'm richer a king,
Yes, you mean to me than anything.

Up you go, son!
Mrs Goodbye, my loves.

Bob We shall buy some apples.

Tiny Tim: Mum love them so!
Father, look, the theatre!

Bob Cratchit: When rich, we'll go.

Both: All the of Christmas,
Bundled up string.

Tiny But you mean more to me...

Bob Cratchit: You more...

Both: Yes, you more to me than anything.

Turkey Here's a fine bird; my prize turkey.
Bob Cratchit: How is it?
Turkey I'll take a sovereign.
Bob Cratchit: That's a little bit out of our range.

Tiny Tim: I need a feast, Dad,
All I'd get is fat.
I need a turkey,
How'd I eat all
I shall be content no what you bring.
You mean to me,

Bob Cratchit: You more to me,

Both: You mean more to me anything.