John Grin: [the "Angel of Death" steps through Grin's bathroom mirror] ... Do I know you...? Should I?
Ghost of Christmas Future: Nobody knows me. They plan me, but it never quite works out. They put me off, but I come anyway.
John Grin: I don't have time for riddles.
Ghost of Christmas Future: Do you mean to say our performance this evening has fallen on deaf ears? Alas; we worked so hard on it.
John Grin: I don't think I want to know you. Close the door on your way out.
Ghost of Christmas Future: Good Lord, man; if only it were that simple...! You are a bad man. You scoff at love. You frown at laughter. You create shadows where there should be sunlight. You have no wife.
John Grin: I have money.
Ghost of Christmas Future: You have no friends, no one who will mourn your passing.
John Grin: I have *money*!
Ghost of Christmas Future: You have no FUTURE.
