- Mr. Rafer [Diller in credits]: I'll tell you, sir, if they don't stop shooting those alien gamma rays into my head, I could be seriously disturbed, injured. I need help, sir.
- Sam McCloud: Yeah... yeah, protection against, eh... gamma rays. Now I... You, you need help all right, you do indeed.
- Mr. Rafer [Diller in credits]: My head's glowing, you know.
- Sam McCloud: What do you think of that?
- Peter J. Clifford: I think... Cantrell may be a suspect. I think anything is possible.
- Sam McCloud: There you go!
- Peter J. Clifford: I also think you are going back to the hospital before you put me into one.
- [opening the door for McCloud]
- Peter J. Clifford: There you go!
- Mervin Simmons: [about McCloud's outfit] That's quite a clever getup you've got there. Very clever. Sort of a reverse mod, right? Very clever.
- Sam McCloud: Excuse me, would you hold my bomb a minute? Now just a minute. I got a pebble in my boot, I think.
- Peter J. Clifford: Must have fallen out of your head.
- Peter J. Clifford: McCloud, I wonder if you can do something for me? Try not talking for a little while. You think you can handle that?
- Sidney Cantrell: Now, I don't know if whether you're merely trying to do your duty or whether you're just, well, trying to feel your way along with sly inuendos, or whether you're really just plain backward. But I want my wife back. And I will do anything or answer any question in order to achieve that end. Now, what do you want of me?
- Sidney Cantrell: You know, another consideration... Virgo's are often so industrious, that they can't see the forest for the trees, and end up, eh, engaging a lot of well, fruitless endeavors, as it were.
- Sam McCloud: Well, I wouldn't want to do any more fruitless endeavoring than I have to, you know, I would appreciate any expert advice.