Dr Clayton Forrester: We prayed for a miracle.
Forrester: If they're mortal, they must have mortal weaknesses. They'll be stopped, somehow.
Reporter: The way he's hedging, maybe the Army didn't hold 'em. I've seen news off the Pacific cables: Sydney Australia, Penan, Rangoon, India. From what's coming through, nobody's stopped 'em yet.
Col. Ralph Heffner: Let 'em have it.
Sheriff Bogany: What is that gizmo?
Forrester: I'd say that gizmo is a machine from another planet.
Dr Clayton Forrester: We know now we can't beat their machines. We've got to beat them.
Major General Mann: They'll probably move at dawn.
Pastor Dr. Matthew Collins: Colonel, shooting's no good.
Col. Ralph Heffner: It's always been a good persuader.
Major General Mann: That skeleton beam must be what they used to wipe out the French cities.
Forrester: It neutralizes meson somehow. They're the atomic glue holding matter together. Cut across their lines of magnetic force and any object will simply cease to exist! Take my word for it, General, this type of defense is useless against that kind of power! You'd better let Washington know, fast.
Commentary: The Martians had calculated their descent with amazing perfection and subtlety. As more of their cylinders came from the mysterious depths of space, their war machines, awesome in their power and complexity, created a wave of fear throughout the world.
Sylvia: They seem to murder everything that moves.
Major General Mann: Pattern-wise, one lands, then two, making groups of threes joined magnetically. Is that possible?
Dr Clayton Forrester: If they do it, it is.
Spanish Priest: Don't go, son. Stay with us.
Dr Clayton Forrester: No, I'm looking for someone. She'll be in a church, standing by the door.
Dr Clayton Forrester: You might get a clue from that anemic blood.
Duprey: Are you suggesting a biological approach?
Dr Clayton Forrester: We know now that we can't beat their machines. We've got to beat them.
Duprey: I have never seen blood crystals as anemic as these. They may be mental giants but, physically, by our standards, they must be very primitive.
Radio Reporter: All radio is dead, which means that these tape recordings I'm making are for the sake of future history - If any.
First Radio Reporter: Hey! They cut me off. They got my truck.