(the following is taken from Twilight Zone episode 'Night of the Meek')

"Thank you very Much, Mr. Dundee. As to my drinking, this is indefensible, and you have my abject apologies. I find of late, that I have very little choice in the matter of expressing emotions. I can either drink, or I can weep. And drinking is so much more subtle."

"Will you please leave?"

"But as for my insubordination, I was not rude to that woman. Someone should remind her that christmas is more than barging up and down department store aisles, and pushing people out of the way.."

"Now, Corwin.."

"Someone has to tell her that Christmas is another thing, finer than that! Richer.. finer.. truer.. and it should come with patience and love.. charity, compassion.. that's what I would have told her, if you'd given me the chance."

"Well, how philosohpical, Mr. Corwin. Now, perhaps as your parting words, you can tell us how we can go about living up to these wonderous yule standards that you have so graciously laid down for us."

"I don't know how to tell you, Mr. Dundee. I don't know at all. All I know is that i'm an aging purposeless relic of another time, and I live in a dirty rooming house on a street filled with hungry kids and shabby people, where the only thing that comes down the chimney on Christmas Eve is more poverty!"

"Will you keep your voice down?"

"You know another reason why I drink, Mr. Dundee? So that when I walk down the tenements, I can really think it's North Pole, and the children are elves, and i'm really Santa Claus, bringing them a bag of wonderous gifts for all of them! I just wish, Mr. Dundee, on one Christmsas, only one.. that I could see some of the hopeless ones, and the dreamless ones.. just on one Christmas, I'd like to see the meek inherit the earth.

And that's why I drink, Mr. Dundee. And that's why I weep."