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Difference between revisions of "Grampa's Christmas Origins: Christmas Cards/Quotes"

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:'''Bart''': Allow me. ''[takes off his scarf]'' I learned this scarf trick from watching old Christmas cartoons on TV.
 
:'''Bart''': Allow me. ''[takes off his scarf]'' I learned this scarf trick from watching old Christmas cartoons on TV.
 
:''[Bart uses his scarf to snag the handle of the mailbox door and pull it open. Inside, to their surprise, they find ...]''
 
:''[Bart uses his scarf to snag the handle of the mailbox door and pull it open. Inside, to their surprise, they find ...]''
:'''[[Grampa]]''': Take your cheesey greeting card cheer somewhere else!
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:'''[[Grampa]]''': Take your cheesy greeting card cheer somewhere else!
 
:'''Bart''': Grampa?! What are you doing in there?
 
:'''Bart''': Grampa?! What are you doing in there?
 
:'''Grampa''': I can't let you send those cards because of the evil they represent!
 
:'''Grampa''': I can't let you send those cards because of the evil they represent!
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:'''Scrooge''': Leaving early for Christmas ... Eh, Bob Cratchit? You'd best be here bright and early the day after.
 
:'''Scrooge''': Leaving early for Christmas ... Eh, Bob Cratchit? You'd best be here bright and early the day after.
 
:'''Cratchit''': I couldn't afford a gift, sir, but my son, Gimpy Tom, made this card for you. ''[hands Scrooge a card]''
 
:'''Cratchit''': I couldn't afford a gift, sir, but my son, Gimpy Tom, made this card for you. ''[hands Scrooge a card]''
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:''[Scrooge takes the card. It reads "Merry Christmas, Mr. Burnseneezer" and has a drawing of a Christmas tree.]''
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:'''Scrooge''': ''[skeptical]'' A Christmas card?! I've never heard of such a thing!
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:'''Cratchit''': It's just a few words to sum up our appreciation for your generosity. ''[heads for the door]'' Good night, sir! And have a merry Christmas!
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:'''Scrooge''': ''[tearing up and sniffling as he gets the point of the card]'' Good night, Cratchit.
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:''[A voice comes from below the money that Scrooge was counting. It's [[Smarmley]], hunched over and working at a low desk.]''
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:'''Smarmley''': Are you okay, Burnseneezer?
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:'''Scrooge''': This simple construction of pen, paper, and sickly sentiment is the Ghost of Christmas Future! Smarmley, my faithful lackey, from this moment on we're in the greeting card business!
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:'''[[Grampa]]''': ''[narrating]'' Within a year [[Burnseneezer Scrooge|Burnseneezer]] built a greeting card empire, creating cards for every occasion.
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:''[The scene shifts forward in time to show an ink-smeared [[Bob Cratchit]] at his table working on a stack of cards and looking dismayed at a card he's just received.]''
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:'''Cratchit''': ''[reading the card]'' "So sorry for your loss ... of gainful employment"?!
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:'''Scrooge''': That's right, Cratchit! You didn't finish the Boxing Day cards on time, so you're fired! Now take your ink and get out!
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:'''Cratchit''': But who will write the cards from now on?
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:'''Scrooge''': ''[gesturing at a group of sickly-looking children]'' These street urchins! They're cheap, and if one dies of ink poisoning like old Smarmley did, I'll simply grab another from the back alley! ''[to the children]'' Consider yourselves at home, dear orphans!
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:'''Grampa''': ''[narrating]'' Greeting cards became a holiday fixture: Cheap sentiment produced by the labor of child slaves!
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:''[Back to the present. [[Grampa]] glares at [[Lisa]] from inside the mailbox.]''
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:'''Grampa''': Well, I say "Phooey!" Tell your loved ones "Merry Christmas" in person. Don't let some disgruntled mailman do it for you!
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:'''Lisa''' ''[hesitantly]'' Umm ... Here's a Christmas card for you anyway, Grampa.
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:''[Grampa takes the card and the mailbox door clanks shut.]''
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:'''Grampa''': Oh goody! I love Christmas cards! ... But I can't see! Can someone get me a flashlight, or some matches? Hello ...
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:''<nowiki>[</nowiki>[[Bart]] and Lisa walk away from the mailbox.]''
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:'''Lisa''': Should we tell [[Marge Simpson|Mom]] and [[Homer Simpson|Dad]] he's in there?
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:'''Bart''': Meh. The mailman will come eventually.

Revision as of 00:51, July 24, 2012



[Bart and Lisa are at a mailbox, about to mail a stack of Christmas cards.]
Lisa: How are we supposed to get these Christmas cards into the mailbox? The opening is too high!
Bart: Allow me. [takes off his scarf] I learned this scarf trick from watching old Christmas cartoons on TV.
[Bart uses his scarf to snag the handle of the mailbox door and pull it open. Inside, to their surprise, they find ...]
Grampa: Take your cheesy greeting card cheer somewhere else!
Bart: Grampa?! What are you doing in there?
Grampa: I can't let you send those cards because of the evil they represent!

Grampa: [narrating] The tradition of sending Christmas cards began long ago, before there were hippies, but for some reason everybody dressed that way.
[The scene shifts to 19-century London. We see Burnseneezer Scrooge in his place of business, counting money, and his employee, Bob Cratchit.]
Cratchit: Burnseneezer Scrooge, if there's nothing else, I'll be on my way.
Scrooge: Leaving early for Christmas ... Eh, Bob Cratchit? You'd best be here bright and early the day after.
Cratchit: I couldn't afford a gift, sir, but my son, Gimpy Tom, made this card for you. [hands Scrooge a card]
[Scrooge takes the card. It reads "Merry Christmas, Mr. Burnseneezer" and has a drawing of a Christmas tree.]
Scrooge: [skeptical] A Christmas card?! I've never heard of such a thing!
Cratchit: It's just a few words to sum up our appreciation for your generosity. [heads for the door] Good night, sir! And have a merry Christmas!
Scrooge: [tearing up and sniffling as he gets the point of the card] Good night, Cratchit.
[A voice comes from below the money that Scrooge was counting. It's Smarmley, hunched over and working at a low desk.]
Smarmley: Are you okay, Burnseneezer?
Scrooge: This simple construction of pen, paper, and sickly sentiment is the Ghost of Christmas Future! Smarmley, my faithful lackey, from this moment on we're in the greeting card business!

Grampa: [narrating] Within a year Burnseneezer built a greeting card empire, creating cards for every occasion.
[The scene shifts forward in time to show an ink-smeared Bob Cratchit at his table working on a stack of cards and looking dismayed at a card he's just received.]
Cratchit: [reading the card] "So sorry for your loss ... of gainful employment"?!
Scrooge: That's right, Cratchit! You didn't finish the Boxing Day cards on time, so you're fired! Now take your ink and get out!
Cratchit: But who will write the cards from now on?
Scrooge: [gesturing at a group of sickly-looking children] These street urchins! They're cheap, and if one dies of ink poisoning like old Smarmley did, I'll simply grab another from the back alley! [to the children] Consider yourselves at home, dear orphans!
Grampa: [narrating] Greeting cards became a holiday fixture: Cheap sentiment produced by the labor of child slaves!

[Back to the present. Grampa glares at Lisa from inside the mailbox.]
Grampa: Well, I say "Phooey!" Tell your loved ones "Merry Christmas" in person. Don't let some disgruntled mailman do it for you!
Lisa [hesitantly] Umm ... Here's a Christmas card for you anyway, Grampa.
[Grampa takes the card and the mailbox door clanks shut.]
Grampa: Oh goody! I love Christmas cards! ... But I can't see! Can someone get me a flashlight, or some matches? Hello ...
[Bart and Lisa walk away from the mailbox.]
Lisa: Should we tell Mom and Dad he's in there?
Bart: Meh. The mailman will come eventually.