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I've always loved an illusion, but that's exactly what they were - illusions.

It's not just dying... We're going to become one of them.

- Are you quite well, sir? - Splendid. Sorry.

You're controlling it. Look deep. Allow them through.

- They do. You're their only chance. - Leave her alone.

not a knocker, but Marley's face.

Has it all been for nothing?

It looked at Scrooge...

Now you tell me that the real world is a realm of spectres

Haunted. I never had much bother until three months back. Then the stiffs...

Great God! Spirits from the other side.

Just like the old lady going to your performance, sir.

She was dead when she stood in that arch.

- Once a week? - We did sums and everything.

You've got the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing.

I think this is my dance.

- I don't care. They're not using her. - Don't I get a say, miss?

Where have you been? I was shouting.

One old sexton almost went to his own memorial service.

who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers.

Any chance you were going to say gazebo?

- I won't be spoken to like this! - You put me in a room full of zombies!

- I can't breathe. - Charles, get her out.

I promised you a time machine.

I brought you here.

You're kidding me, yeah? You are kidding me, aren't you?

Here they come.

- She had been for at least five minutes. - What do you mean?

- What's it saying? - It can't get through.

A few billion. And all of us in need of corpses.

I did it. Give the man a medal. Earth, Naples. December 24th 1860.

- We're closed. - Nonsense.

- Considering. - Considering what?

The whole blooming world can see that!

- What's a rift? - A weak point in time and space.

- Yes. - Charles Dickens? The Charles Dickens?