- Narrator: [Closing Narration] The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.
- Alien: [watching the riot on Maple Street from a hilltop: last lines] Understand the procedure now? Just stop a few of their machines and radios and telephones and lawnmowers. Throw them into darkness for a few hours, and then sit back and watch the pattern.
- Alien: And this pattern is always the same?
- Alien: With few variations. They pick the most dangerous enemy they can find, and it's themselves. All we need do is sit back and watch.
- Alien: Then I take it this place, this Maple Street is not unique.
- Alien: By no means. Their world is full of Maple Streets and we'll go from one to the other and let them destroy themselves. One to the other, one to the other, one to the other...
- Narrator: [Opening Narration] Maple Street, U.S.A. Late summer. A tree-lined little world of front porch gliders, barbecues, the laughter of children, and the bell of an ice cream vendor. At the sound of the roar and the flash of light, it will be precisely 6:43 P.M. on Maple Street.
- Narrator: [Continued Opening Narration subsequent to character dialogue] This is Maple Street on a late Saturday afternoon. Maple Street in the last calm and reflective moment - before the monsters came.
- Charlie: [after inadvertantly shooting who turned out to be a neighbor and presumed to be the invader] No! No, it's nothing of the sort! I didn't blow the lights out; I swear I didn't! Someone's pulling a gag or something!
- Steve Brand: [grabs Charlie by the shirt] A gag? A *gag*? Charlie, there's a man lying dead in the street, and you killed him; does that look like a gag to you?
- [Charlie pushes Steve away and runs to his house; a stone is hurled at his head, creating a bleeding gash]
- Charlie: Look! Look, I swear it isn't me! I swear it isn't! But I know who it is! I know who the monster is! I know who it is that doesn't belong among us! I swear I know who it is!
- Don: Alright, Charlie, let's hear it!
- Charlie: It's... it's...
- Les Goodman: What are you waiting for!
- Don: Well, come on Charlie, come on!
- Man: Who is it, Charlie? Tell us!
- Charlie: It's the kid! It's Tommy! He's the one!
- Steve Brand: [Trying to be the voice of reason as his neighbors get excited] Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Now let's not be a mob!
- Steve Brand: [Trying to expain the odd occurences] Meteors can do crazy things you know. Like sunspots.