Jonathan: "Why do you hafta marry Mom to be my real father?"

Captain: "Jonathan, lad, it was a dream. A wonderful Christmas gift, but nonetheless a dream. Perhaps, had you lived 100 years ago, I might indeed have married your mother and become, in a very real sense, your father."

Jonathan: "But you're kinda like my real Dad now. And Mom's your real girlfriend, sorta. Right, Mom? We don't need dreams for that."

Captain: "Madame! I neither heard nor saw you come in! I was merely explaining to the lad that –"

Carolyn: "I think you should answer his question, Captain Gregg!"

Captain: "Very well, then, Jonathan, I rather do fancy myself an important part of your upbringing here at Gull Cottage. Dare I say I provide some respite from the exasperating women in this house, that I bring a firm, manly hand to your young life? As for your mother, given my current state, marriage is not possible nor am I entirely sure she would welcome me aboard that ship were I, or she, even amenable or capable of such a union."

Jonathan: "Gee, Captain Gregg. I don't understand anything you just said."

Carolyn: "Neither does he, Jonathan! He doesn't have to marry me to be like a father to you. He already is. Now turn out that light and get to sleep. Grandpa and Grandma Muir arrive in the morning and you will need plenty of rest to open all of those presents they're bringing."

Jonathan: "Maybe Captain Gregg can give them a dream, too, so they don't think –"

Carolyn: "Good night, Jonathan."

Captain: "Madame, forgive me for being so presumptuous about my standing in young Jonathan's life, in the dream, but the course of action was so natural, so very Dickensian given Claymore's obvious parallels with Ebenezer Scrooge and the need for me to intervene."

Carolyn: "The question stands, dear Captain."

Captain: "Would I marry you?"

Carolyn: "No! Am I your girlfriend or not? After all, you've done everything you can to sabotage or rebuff any efforts by other men to date me."

Captain: "To the contrary, Mrs. Muir! It is you, not I, who founders on the reef of perceived mutual attraction. Blast it. The answer is no. I mean, yes. I rather fancy you my tacit inamorata, which is to say, blast!

Carolyn: "Your way of saying yes, I am your girlfriend, tacitly? Or, 'sorta?'"

Captain: "Girlfriend' is not a word we used in my day, Madame.

Carolyn: "You just kissed my hand!"

Captain: "I believe that is a customary response in either century, a chaste but effective acknowledgement of a gentleman's intentions to the lady of his house."

Carolyn: "How much eggnog have I had?"

Captain: "Not enough to explain the not-so-chaste look you just gave me, but I do believe a glass of champagne is in order."

Carolyn: "Daniel. What is going on? Is this another sadly unfulfilling dream?"

Captain: "Perhaps a fantasy, Carolyn, but not a dream. If you are looking for answers, there aren't any. Consider this a dream-come-true. In 1969 girlfriends are expected to lie with their boyfriends, are they not?"

Carolyn: "Jonathan is right, then!"

Captain: "In 1869, ship's captains did not consider the mother of the son he wished were his any mere girlfriend!"

Carolyn: "You're suggesting Jonathan is wrong?"

Captain: "Headed in the right direction!"

Carolyn: "Who are you then, really?

Captain: "The spirit of all your Christmas futures."

Carolyn: "Then haunt the Master Cabin, spirit - of Christmas present."