"I am the ghost of Christmas past." "How long you been rehearsing that one, you little shit?""I had it for a while, but I was saving it for a special occasion, grandpa." "At least I know what you are." "What?" asked the younger Spyder."What's the line? 'An undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato.'" "'There's more of gravy than of grave about you!' Of course, we never read the book, did we?" "It's just a story. Not really a book. And, actually, I have read it since then. But I still prefer the movie.""A Christmas Carol, nineteen thirty-eight, directed by Edwin L. Marin," said young Spyder. "With Reginald Owen as Scrooge." "The only real movies are in black and white. We're secret snobs." "I'm a snob. You're just the memory of a lot of bad speed. Who told you I was here?" "Mutual friends." "The Black Clerks? They send you to spy or just to fuck with me?" "I do what I want, old man. When I heard you were around, I came by. I wanted to see how I turn out.""What's the verdict, son?" "Nice ink.
