“Sally: [examining Jack in his newly finished Santa suit] You don't look like yourself,…”

“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust! Ohh... I'm feeling weak—with hunger! One more roll o'the…”

“[singing] And on a dark cold night, under full moonlight, he flies into the fog like a…”

“No, Zero. Down, boy....My, what a brilliant nose you have. The better to light my way!…”