[Scrooge begins to literally vibrate with rage, the bottles in the pail rattling against each other. He stalks over and is going to try and hook his cane around Bridge's neck in order to yank him down to the old duck's level to glare directly into his eyes.]

[Regardless of if Scrooge is successful in his attempt or not, the man is about ready to snap, and he will happily go to jail if it will shut the boy up.]

You know nothing about who I am, who I know, or what happened to anyone I did know. And don't you dare try and pretend to. I've told you to leave several times, and, if you have any common sense, you will leave right now.