- Dwight Mendenhall: Mr. Morloch, I may have been your henchman for too long. I've lied for you, eh, I've spied for you... but when you ask me to write up my friends on Christmas, that's... that's too much.
- Mr. Morloch: To think I treated you like a son. If you had epaulets, I'd rip'em off.
- Mrs. Berg: I brought you the pajamas from the wardrobe department.
- Mr. Morloch: That's a nightgown. I specifically asked for pajamas.
- [aside]
- Mr. Morloch: I was hoping for some with those little feet...
- Mr. Morloch: Who are you?
- Ghost of Christmas Past: Get with it! Didn't you ever read Dickens?
- Mr. Morloch: Oh my God, you're the Ghost of Christmas Past.
- Ghost of Christmas Past: Bingo!
- Mr. Morloch: [being shown the future] How did I die?
- Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come: Alone. With no one to mourn you.