Jeff Trent: You fiend.
Eros: I, a fiend? I am a soldier of our planet. I, a fiend? We did not come here as enemies.
Paula Trent: Don't worry about me.
Jeff Trent: Ah, you're the only thing I do worry about. Oh, forget about the flying saucers, they're up there! But there's something in that cemetery... and that's too close for comfort.
Paula Trent: The saucers are up there and the cemetery's out there, but I'll be locked up in there.
Jeff Trent: Ah, what's the use of makin' a fuss. Last night I saw a flyin' object that couldn't a possibly been from this planet, but I can't talk about it. I'm muzzled by Army Brass. I can't even admit I saw the thing.
Jeff Trent: You promise you'll lock the doors immediately?
Paula Trent: I promise. Besides, I'll be in bed before a half hour's gone... with your pillow beside me.
Jeff Trent: My pillow?
Paula Trent: Well, I have to have something to keep me company while you're away. Sometimes in the night, when it does get a little lonely, I reach over and touch it. Then it doesn't seem so lonely anymore.
Lieutenant John Harper: Well, let's go down there and find out whose grave it is.
Patrolman Kelton: How?
Lieutenant John Harper: By going down and finding out.
Patrolman Kelton: Are you sure you mean that, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant John Harper: If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have said it.
Patrolman Larry: Scared?
Patrolman Kelton: Well, why do I always get hooked up with these spook details? Monsters! Graves! Bodies! Oh, all right.