- Thatcher: We know there's going to be other partings among us. A marriage. Long voyages. Even death again. But when someone is remembered with love, their spirit never really dies.
- Benedict Slade: [after watching his younger self make a deal with Jack Latham] Yup, that's me! I always moved in when the moment was good. I could always smell a good business deal.
- Ghost of Christmas Past: So could Latham. Look where he ended up.
- Benedict Slade: I know this place. I've never been here before. Why does it look so familiar?
- Ghost of Christmas Present: A picture, maybe?
- Benedict Slade: On my office wall. My... employee... over his desk...
- Ghost of Christmas Present: Your former employee. Remember?
- Benedict Slade: He deserved to be fired. Disagrees with everything I do. Conspires with others to pull money out of me. Who needs someone like that around?
- Ghost of Christmas Present: There are three in here who do.
- Benedict Slade: [seeing an overgrown gravesite] Wait, wait. There is something about this place. Something draws me right to it. The monument looks fairly new, and yet, neglected.
- Ghost of Christmas Future: No one visits that grave.
- Benedict Slade: Not ever?
- Ghost of Christmas Future: Not ever.
- Benedict Slade: To lie in a grave, un-loved and un-remembered, is as if the life was never lived.
- Ghost of Christmas Future: That is the only... real death.
- Ghost of Christmas Present: If? That word can be found on dry river beds and trails overgrown by weeds. What's more important are the paths we follow now...
- Jack Latham: Hell's not what you think it is, Ben. Fire, sulfur, devils with pitchforks, none of that.
- Benedict Slade: Thank God.
- Jack Latham: It's worse. It's living in all your past, all the time, forever. There's a politician who sits in a room with all his speeches blaring at the same time-no earplugs, either. And a king who has to keep staring at the faces of men he sent to war.