The Prince's Gambit
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Maud confronts Scrooge
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!
Trading the ledger for the Bible.
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.