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

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

Bob We shall buy some apples.

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

Bob Cratchit: When rich, we'll go.

Both: All the of Christmas,
Bundled up string.

Tim: But you mean more to me...

Bob Cratchit: You more...

Yes, you mean more to me than anything.

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

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

Bob You mean more to me,

Both: You more to me than anything.