Wireless Operator: A test message from the Proteus, sir. Miss Peterson has smiled.
Col. Donald Reid: Well, that's an auspicious sign.
Guy Montag: Tell me, this uncle of yours, did he ever tell you not to talk to strangers?
Clarisse: No, he did say once if anyone asked how old I was to say I was 20 and light in the head. They always seem to go together.
Guy Montag: Light in the head?
Clarisse: Mm-hmm, loopy, crazy.
Tony: I couldn't help it, Charlie. I had to find out where I went wrong. The years I've spent trying to get all the things I was told were important - that I was supposed to want! Things! Not people... or meaning. Just things. And California was the same. They made the decisions for me all over again and they were the same things, really. It's going to be different from now on. A new face and a name. I'll do the rest. I know it's going to be different. I suppose you do too.
Mr. Cramden: Flint, the world's in trouble.
Derek Flint: Well, it usually is, but it manages to extricate itself without my help.