Nothing. There was a boy singing a christmas carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something, that's all.
Ghost of the future! I fear you more than any specter I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I prepare to bare you company with a thankful heart.
Spirit! Hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been bit for this intercourse.
A merry Christmas to you, sir!
I'm very sorry, sir. I am behind my time.
I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer. Therefore, I am going to raise your salary!