Alfred Hitchcock: [fishing in a bathtub] Shh! I can't understand it. Of course. How stupid of me. I forgot to put in the water. I must do that at once if I want to catch anything today. All of this is not as absurdly irrelevant as you think. For if you listen very closely, you will hear the words "bath tub" mentioned in tonight's script. Of course, other topics are mentioned which we could have discussed. For example, the story is about marriage. However, I don't feel that marriage should be discussed on television. It's too controversial. No question about it. We are much safer with a bathtub. And now, in a moment, here is tonight's opéra bouffe, "The End of Indian Summer." Like all stories about marriage it has a great deal of romance in it. But watch for that bathtub.
Henderson: [on the phone] All right, all right. You don't have to shout. There's nothing wrong with my ears. Anyone can make a mistake. No, I am not gonna fire him. Not yet.
Joe Rogers: Well, I suppose it all depends now on whether she takes her bath before he eats breakfast.
Saunders: Or vice versa.
Alfred Hitchcock: There's was truly a wedding of December and December. It ended in a draw, with no one the winner except the insurance companies. And now for the epilogue of tonight's story, after which I'll scamper back.
Alfred Hitchcock: We have now passed another tombstone along television's highway to culture. Please join us next week when we continue our pilgrimage.