When Worlds Collide (1951)
Sydney Stanton: Put me on board.
Dr. Cole Hendron, Astronomer at Cosmos Observatory: [the boarding ramp fence comes under attack] You were right, Stanton. You're a better judge of character than I am.
Sydney Stanton: Put me on board!
Dr. Cole Hendron, Astronomer at Cosmos Observatory: No, Stanton.
[Pushes him away from the ramp]
Sydney Stanton: What are you doing?
Dr. Cole Hendron, Astronomer at Cosmos Observatory: [Uncovers and pulls a secret lever that closes the ark's hatch] *We're* the extra fuel that they need. The new world doesn't belong to us; it belongs to the young.
Sydney Stanton: Your salvation doesn't interest me; mine does.
Dr. Emery Bronson: If our calculations prove to be correct, this will be the most frightening discovery of all time.
Dr. Cole Hendron, Astronomer at Cosmos Observatory: [Presumably he wrote this line on a banner hanging over the Space Ark camp] Waste anything except TIME. Time is our shortest material.
David Randall: Dr. Frye, how's your heart?
Dr. George Frye, Dean of Eastern School of Technology: [puzzled] Fine.
David Randall: [to Dr. Tony Drake] You invented those electrocardiograms for my benefit!
Narrator: [spoken over a shot of outer space] Needles in a heavenly haystack. There are more stars in the heavens than there are human beings on Earth. Through telescopes men of science constantly search the infinitesimal corners of our solar system seeking new discoveries, hoping to better understand the laws of the Universe. Observatories dedicated to the study of astronomy are set in high and remote places, but there is none more remote than Mt. Kenna Observatory in this part of South Africa.
Sydney Stanton: It's dog eat dog - the law of the jungle!
Dr. Emery Bronson: [handing him money] You will require this for expenses.
David Randall: [counting the money and finding it short] I'm supposed to get paid $1500 plus the expenses.
Dr. Emery Bronson: Hendron will pay you on delivery. Time is all that counts. The money doesn't matter at all.
David Randall: With me, doctor, money always matters.
Dr. Emery Bronson: Perhaps now, but the day may arrive when money won't mean anything, not to you... nor anyone.
David Randall: When that happens to me, I'll be six feet under.
[Randall is taken aback when Bronson just stares at him intently puffing on his pipe]
Sydney Stanton: Without me you would have been wiped out with the rest of them.
Dr. Cole Hendron, Astronomer at Cosmos Observatory: Before you opened your pocketbook, you tried to make this a personal enterprise, a private rocket ship for your own personal use. This project was started by real humanitarians, by Marsden and Spiro. They gave me their money with no strings attached. You're not here under any special license. You're always shouting for facts, not theories. Well, remember these facts: our chance of reaching the new world is as thin as your chance of ever becoming a humanitarian.
Eddie Garson: [Interrupting a meeting, one day before the end] I'm sorry, I'll come back later.
Dr. George Frye, Dean of Eastern School of Technology: No, no, Eddie, come right in. We can't put things off 'til later.
Eddie Garson: [Leaves his winning seat token on the desk] I just wanted to leave this for someone else to use.
[Turns and leaves the room]
Dr. George Frye, Dean of Eastern School of Technology: [Picks up the token, looks down at it, and speaks to Dr. Hendron] He has a girl: Julie Cummings. I guess he doesn't want to leave her.