Mr. Spacely:
Be it ever so dirty, there's nothing like money.

George:
If you need me, I'll either be at work or the poor house.

George:
That Spacely is worse than Scrooge. I wish some Christmas ghosts would visit him, though he'd probably scare them off.

Mr. Spacely:
See? I can be flexible.

George:
Yeah, he got sandy claws. You better update your memory, R.U.D.I, the last time I heard that one I rolled over and fell out of my crib.

George:
Merry Christmas, sir.

Mr. Spacely:
Don't call me merry! I have an image to maintain!

Mr. Spacely:
So how much would it be? I'll pay it.

George:
That's your Christmas list? It looks more like the Martian phone book.

Mr. Spacely:
Look, I'm a business man, not a fairy dog-father.