Phelous: [on the nearly microscopic bird Bob Cratchit is given] What the hell is that, a pigeon? So Cratchit and his family are gonna fucking die from flying rat meat? You know what, that's not even big enough to be a fully grown pigeon. This guy fucking killed a baby pigeon just so he could give Bob Cratchit the smallest fucking bird possible! You know what? YOU'RE the real Scrooge of this story, buddy, and that's quite an accomplishment for a story WITH Scrooge already in it.