| A | B |
|---|
| Ebenezer Scrooge | They owe me money and I will collect. |
| Jacob Marley | I am dead as a doornail. |
| Fred | A merry Christmas to you, Uncle! |
| Portly Man | You wish to be left anonymous? |
| Ghost of Christmas Past | These are but shadows of things that have been. |
| Fan | Dear, dear brother. I have come to bring you home. |
| Schoolmaster | You are to travel, Master Scrooge. |
| Fezziwig | Yo ho, my boys. No more work tonight. |
| Ghost of Christmas Present | More than eighteen hundred. |
| Tiny Tim | God bless us, everyone. |
| Mrs. Cratchit | I wish I had him here...I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon... |
| Bob Cratchit | ...I should like to drink to the health of the man who employs me |
| Charles Dickens | author of the A Christmas Carol |
| astonish | amaze |
| compulsion | a driving irresistible force |
| severe | harsh |
| meager | of poor quality; small in amount |
| audible | loud enough to be heard |
| Israel Horovitz | playwright of ACC |
| benevolence | kindliness |
| conveyed | made known; expressed |
| void | emptiness |
| morose | gloomy; ill-tempered |
| destitute | people living in complete poverty |
| implored | begged |
