Bob. And it was the best looking goose I ever saw, it was. It just made me hungry to see him and to smell him baking.
Betty. And it had sage and onion stuffing, mumsy, didn't it, Bob?
Mrs. Cratchit. I'm sure there never was such a goose before, and I'm sure there never will be such a goose again. How's the 'taters, Peter?
Peter (looks in kettle). Boilin', mammy, boilin'.
Bob. Oh, Peter's got on pa's shirt collar, he has. Peter's got on pa's shirt collar.
Peter. If I didn't have to mind these 'taters, I'd show you!
Mrs. Cratchit. I can't think what's keeping your father, and your brother Tiny Tim. And Martha wasn't as late last Christmas Day by half an hour.
Enter Martha from R.
Martha. Here's Martha, mumsy.
Bob (dragging her down to Mrs. Cratchit). Here's Martha, mumsy.