Something Wicked This Way Comes1983

Charles Halloway:
[quoting Shakespeare] By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

Mr. Dark:
Then rang the bells both loud and deep. God is not dead nor doth he sleep.

Charles Halloway:
The wrong will fail, the right prevail, with peace on Earth, goodwill to men.

Mr. Dark:
It's a thousand years to Christmas, Mr. Holloway.

Charles Halloway:
You're wrong. It's here, in this library tonight, and can't be spoiled.

Mr. Dark:
Did Will and Jim bring it with them on the soles of their shoes? Then, we shall have to scrape them.