“And then he was all over me...right in the foyer. I had on a plaid skirt—" “How very Catholic schoolgirl of you.” “Episcopal actually.” “Don't kill my lady-boner. I'm pretending it was Catholic. Go on. He was all over you how?”

According to the process that may have formed the Solar System planets, the surrounding discs of material around the gas giants gradually coalesced into moons.

Half-a-dozen gas-lamps out of the street wouldn't have lighted the entry too well, so you may suppose that it was pretty dark with Scrooge's dip. ¶ Up Scrooge went, not caring a button for that.

If I'd had a trash can I'd have looked a lot like Oscar the Grouch.