I'm sick of it. Don't Mrs. Cratchit me. I've done Mrs. Cratchit for the last time, you sniveling idiot. Next year, I'm going to be Scrooge. The time for a female Scrooge has come.
Women are sick of playing generic sympathetic characters.
I want to play Evelina Scrooge. I wouldn't hesitate to use it on any one of you. So drop the revolver, dogface. You used to be good as gold, you did. I'm done with sitting in a chimney corner and smiling til my face hurts.