- [last lines]
- Mrs. Holm: I can't help crying too. I won't be truly happy until all my sorrow is drained.
- David Holm: Lord, please let my soul come to maturity before it is reaped.
- Georges: You know, David, if I could send a message to mankind, I would send them a New Year's greeting. I would like them to dwell on a single New Year's prayer: 'Lord, please let my soul come to maturity before it is reaped.'
- David Holm: [to a coughing woman] Why turn away so carefully? I'm a consumptive myself, but I cough in people's faces in hopes of finishing them off. Why should they be better off than us?
- Edit: He's merely amusing himself. He's not as wicked as he pretends to be.
- David Holm: You should take me to the hospital in your carriage as quickly as you can.
- Georges: No living soul rides in that carriage. By the time I arrive, it's too late for a doctor. You know full well that I am no longer among the living.
- Georges: Remember that it's New Year's Eve, the last day of the year! Whoever dies on this eve must drive Death's carriage.
- David Holm: What can I do? What are the words, the prayer - the words?
- [prays]
- David Holm: A sinner whose lips are stained with wickedness, asks, beseeches - Oh, break me, crush me, only save these three innocent ones!
- Georges: There is an old, old carriage... It is no ordinary driver who holds the reigns, for he's in the service of a strict master named Death. For him, a single night is as long as 100 years on Earth. Night and day he must carry out his master's business.
- Georges: Though horse and carriage are alwatys the same, the driver is not. The last soul to die each year - the one who passes over at the stroke of midnight - is destined to be Death's driver for the following year.
- Edit: You see that I'm not afraid of you. I will gladly heed your summons, but grant me a day's reprieve, for there is someone I must talk sense into.
- Georges: I would grant you that reprieve if it would avail you. But you have no power over this man!