- Avery: She's just like a science fiction, that's what she is! A reg'lar Ray Bradbury! Six humans and one monster from outer space. You wouldn't happen to have an eye in the back of your head, would you?
- [closing narration]
- Narrator: Incident on a small island, to be believed or disbelieved. However, if a sour-faced dandy named Ross or a big, good-natured counterman who handles a spatula as if he'd been born with one in his mouth, - if either of these two entities walk onto your premises, you'd better hold their hands - all three of them - or check the color of their eyes - all three of them. The gentlemen in question might try to pull you into - The Twilight Zone.
- Haley the Bartender: [Ross has emerged from the bus after the bridge collapsed: last lines] You're not even wet.
- Ross: [confused] Wet. What's wet?
- Haley the Bartender: What do you mean 'What's wet?' You landed in the river, but your clothes are all dry.
- Ross: An illusion, that's all. Just an illusion. Like that jukebox playing in the corner. That's an illusion, too.
- [the jukebox slows down and stops playing]
- Ross: Or that telephone ringing.
- [the phone rings]
- Ross: That's an illusion, just a parlor trick.
- Haley the Bartender: What are you, some kind of magician?
- Ross: [produces a third arm from his right side] Who? Me? Oh, hardly.
- [lighting a cigarette]
- Ross: Now, uh, before you faint dead away, I ought to explain that the name isn't really Ross and I wasn't really going to Boston. No, I was sent as a kind of advance scout. You know these, uh, cigarettes, do you call them? They taste wonderful. We haven't got a thing like this on Mars. That's incidentally where I come from. We're beginning to colonize. My friends will be arriving very shortly. I think they're going to like it here. It's a lovely area, so... so remote, so pleasant so off the beaten track. Just the perfect spot for a colony, don't you think, Mr. Haley? While we're waiting, how about a little of what you call music?
- Haley the Bartender: I don't mind. I happen to do a little waiting myself. You see, Mr. Ross, my name isn't Haley. And I do agree with you, this is an extraordinary place to colonize. We folks on Venus had the same idea. We got it several years ago. And I think I ought to tell you now that your friends are not coming.
- [Ross looks shocked]
- Haley the Bartender: They've been intercepted. Oh, a colony is coming. But it's from Venus. And if you're still alive, I think you'll see how we differ.
- [takes off his cap to reveal a third eye on his forehead]
- Haley the Bartender: And I agree with you about what they call music. Why don't you play some?
- [laughs contemptuously and evilly]
- [opening narration]
- Narrator: Wintry February night, the present. Order of events: a phone call from a frightened woman notating the arrival of an unidentified flying object, then the checkout you've just witnessed, with two state troopers verifying the event - but with nothing more enlightening to add beyond evidence of some tracks leading across the highway to a diner. You've heard of trying to find a needle in a haystack? Well, stay with us now, and you'll be part of an investigating team whose mission is not to find that proverbial needle, no, their task is even harder. They've got to find a Martian in a diner, and in just a moment you'll search with them, because you've just landed - in The Twilight Zone.