- Michael Carter: Mrs. Jamieson, may I introduce your latest guest. Miss Nyah. She comes from Mars.
- Mrs. Jamieson: Oh, well, that'll mean another bed.
- Michael Carter: Mr. Jamieson, how far is the nearest phone?
- Mr. Jamieson: Seven miles.
- Michael Carter: How far is the village?
- Mr. Jamieson: Seven miles. That's where the house with the phone is!
- Nyah: Professor, I observed your encounter with the electronic wall. Today it is you who learned the power of Mars. Tomorrow it will be the whole world!
- Mrs. Jamieson: Jamie - you're at it again!
- Mr. Jamieson: Yes, dear?
- Mrs. Jamieson: Put that down. The minute my back's turned, there he is, takin' a dram! Jamie! Did you hear what I said?
- Mr. Jamieson: I've put it down, dear.
- Mrs. Jamieson: Aye, I can see you have.
- Mr. Jamieson: My wife has a most unpatriotic contempt for our national beverage, miss.
- Ellen: Oh Michael - I'm frightened!
- Michael Carter: Don't worry, dear - I suppose worse things have happened.
- Doris: Aye, but not much worse.
- Mr. Jamieson: We're just simple folk up against astrange power. We can only trust in the Lord.
- Mrs. Jamieson: Then we must have sinned something terrible.