It is of the utmost essence that all screenplays written by Charles Dickens be badly acted. ///
Ebenezer Scrooge: "Jacob, Old Jacob Marley, tell me more. Speak comfort to me, Jacob!"
(The Ghost, on hearing this, set up another cry, and clanked its chain so hideously in the dead silence of the night, that the Ward would have been justified in indicting it for a nuisance.)
Ghost of Jacob Marley: "Oh! captive, bound, and double-ironed, not to know, that ages of incessant labour, by immortal creatures, for this earth must pass into eternity before the good of which it is susceptible is all developed.
Ebenezer Scrooge: "Here's a lockpick. It might be handy if you, the master of unlocking, take it with you."
Ghost of Jacob Marley: "Alas! I am undone!"
Ebenezer Scrooge: "Just a moment! I've found something. It's a weapon. it's really powerful, especially against living thing although its actullay ammunition that belonged to that guy who got pecked to death by crows withen 3 feet of an unlocked door."
Ghost of Jacob Marley: "But what about you, Scrooge?"
Ebenezer Scrooge: " I have THIS!"
(Points to nearby cotton gin)
ENDS ACT 1 |
