Anita. Honest?
Jack Frost. Honest injun!
Anita. With his pack and presents and a Christmas tree and everything?
Jack Frost (nods head emphatically). Yes, ma'am, every single thing.
Anita. Tonight?
Jack Frost. Just before the clock strikes twelve, when all the little children in the steerage are asleep.
Anita. But how will he get out here in the middle of the ocean?
Jack Frost. Fly.
Anita. Fly? But he hasn't any wings. (Jack nods.) He has? (Jack nods.) Really and truly wings?
Jack Frost (nods). Really and truly wings.