What right have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.

Ebenezer Scrooge: What right have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.
Fred: What right have you to be dismal? You’re rich enough.
Rizzo the Rat: Got ‘im there. The old boy’s speechless.
Ebenezer Scrooge: Nephew, if I could work my will any idiot who goes around with a Merry Christmas on his lips would be cooked with his own turkey and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
Rizzo the Rat: Well, not quite speechless.