Scrooge

Scrooge and Marley were partners for I don't know how many years.

Scrooge never painted out Old Marley's name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door: Scrooge and Marley.

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, nor wintry weather chill him.

"Bah!" said Scrooge, "Humbug!"

"Why did you get married?" said Scrooge. "Because I fell in love." "Because you fell in love!" growled Scrooge, as if that were the only one thing in the world more ridiculous than a merry Christmas.

Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley?

Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes.

When Scrooge awoke, it was so dark, that looking out of bed, he could scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of his chamber.

"Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded. "I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"What is the matter?" asked the Spirit. "Nothing," said Scrooge. "Nothing. There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something: that's all."