The Prince's Gambit
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Scrooge: Thar, thin. An’ tree cint is yore cheenge. Ye wantin’ sompin’ ilse, thin, marm? Maude: Tin pound o’ flahr an’ a bit o’ seenomim. Oh! An’ a lil tech o’ Creesmas chare shore wouln’t hort nothin’, nuther. Scrooge: Bah, humbug! Creesmas chare! Humbug! Maude: Mirry Creesmas to ya, Mr. Scrooge, an’ iffen ya don’ lahk hit, ya kin jest put hit in yore pahp an' smoke hit anyhoo!
Scrooge: "Gloray to God in the hahyis'. Pase on arth, Good weel toward min."
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"Let Nary Youn's Dismay" was scripted and performed in antebellum Appalachian Mountain dialect. Thank you to all the actors who worked so hard to transport the audicence back to a bygone era.