Jerry Harlowe: Hey that's a great idea, block party, anything to get back to normal, huh?
Dr. Bill Stockton: Normal? I don't know. I don't know what normal is. I thought I did once. I don't anymore.
Jerry Harlowe: I told you we'd pay for the damages, Bill.
Dr. Bill Stockton: Damages? I wonder. I wonder if anyone of us has any idea what those damages really are. Maybe one of them is finding out what we're really like when we're normal; the kind of people we are just underneath the skin. I mean all of us: a bunch of naked wild animals, who put such a price on staying alive that they'd claw their neighbors to death just for the privilege. We were spared a bomb tonight, but I wonder if we weren't destroyed even without it.
Narrator: What you are about to watch is a nightmare. It is not meant to be prophetic, it need not happen, it's the fervent and urgent prayer of all men of good will that it never shall happen. But in this place, in this moment, it does happen. This is the Twilight Zone.
Narrator: No moral, no message, no prophetic tract, just a simple statement of fact: for civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized. Tonight's very small exercise in logic from the Twilight Zone.
Dr. Bill Stockton: [Grace drops a jug of water] Take it easy, take it easy, now make believe it's perfume, and it costs $100 an ounce, and in a few hours it'll probably be worth more.
Dr. Bill Stockton: You better get on home and get into your shelter... eh, your basement, and I'd board up the windows if I were you.
Jerry Harlowe: Bill, we don't have any cellar, remember? The advantages of modern architecture, we have the only modern house on the block. We get everything at your beck and call, everything at your fingertips, even got an electric launderer right off the back room. All the wonders of modern science taken into account except that thing that's heading here right now.
Marty Weiss: Bill, it's Marty, please let us in.
Dr. Bill Stockton: Marty, I would if I could, do you understand? I swear to you I would.
Marty Weiss: Bill, please, it's Marty.
Dr. Bill Stockton: Marty I can't, don't stand there asking me. I can't, I can't and I won't.
Marty Weiss: I feel sorry for you, Bill, I really do, you probably will survive but you'll have blood on your hands.
[pounds on the shelter door]
Marty Weiss: YOU'RE A DOCTOR! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP PEOPLE! Help! Help! Help!
Dr. Bill Stockton: [to his wife and son] That was a million years ago...
Man: Why don't we get some kind of battering ram?
Frank Henderson: Yeah, we could go over to Bennett Avenue, Phil Cline has some heavy pipe in his basement, I've seen it.
Man: No, no, that would bring him into the act too, and who cares about saving him? No, if we do that, we'll let all those people know we have a shelter on our street. We'll have a whole mob to contend with, with a whole bunch of strangers.
Mrs. Henderson: Sure, and what right have they got to come over here? This isn't their street, this isn't *their* shelter.
Jerry Harlowe: Ohhhh, this is *our* shelter, and on the next street that's another country. Patronize home industries, you idiots, you fools, you're insane, all of you.