Jeff Trent: Modern women. They’ve been like that all down through the ages.
Eros: You do not need guns.
Jeff Trent: Maybe we think we do.
Paula Trent: Saucers? You mean the kind from up there?
Paula Trent: Now, don’t you worry. The saucers are up there. The graveyard is out there. But I’ll be locked up safely in there.
Air Force Captain: Visits? That would indicate visitors!
Colonel Edwards: This is the most fantastic story I’ve ever heard.
Jeff Trent: And every word of it’s true, too.
Colonel Edwards: That’s the fantastic part of it.
Jeff Trent: I’ll bet we haven’t seen the last of these weirdies.
Criswell: Greetings, my friends. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember, my friends, future events such as these will affect you in the future.
Criswell: The ever-beautiful flowers she had planted with her own hands became nothing more than the lost roses of her cheeks.
Detective: Inspector Clay is dead! Murdered! And someone’s responsible!
Paula Trent: I’ve never seen you in this mood before.
Jeff Trent: I guess that’s because I’ve never been in this mood before.
Gravedigger: I don’t like hearing noises, especially when there ain’t supposed to be any.
Colonel Edwards: Why is it so important that you want to contact the governments of our earth?
Eros: Because of death. Because all you of Earth are idiots!