- Maj. Gen. Norgath: The rest of these pages are theoretical ways of selecting a subject. Here's the part I like. "But there is no way to forecast how a woman will react. If we test one, there is no reason to presuppose that her behavior pattern will be a guide for others. It is our observation on Earth that they-women-are merely a law unto themselves. And there is nothing to suggest that they'll be any different on the Moon."
- Renza Hale: What on earth would I do on the moon for three months?
- Col. Edward McCauley: Same thing you do down here. Housekeep, cook, take care of Joe.
- Renza Hale: Say, when do we go?
- Col. Edward McCauley: Tomorrow.
- Renza Hale: I-I can't possibly make tomorrow. I have a hair appointment. Besides, I have a lot of packing to do.
- Major Joe Hale: But you don't have to pack anything.
- Renza Hale: Yes I do. I have all my own clothes and a lot of cooking utensils...
- Col. Edward McCauley: No, no, no, no. Renza, stop worrying, will you? Everything is up there.
- Renza Hale: Everything?
- Col. Edward McCauley: Um-hmm.
- Renza Hale: Like, uh, what size blouse. And what color lipstick, and what kind of perfume I like.
- Maj. Gen. Norgath: Well, Mac, you think the experiment was a success?
- Col. Edward McCauley: Well, Renza gave a little talk. These are applications from wives for a moon assignment. Sixty-five in all. Fifty-one from assorted other girls. I'm afraid we've let ourselves in for something. From now on we'll have no peace.
- Maj. Gen. Norgath: Mac, there's nothing like a dame. Even in space.