Dark Season

Inga:
Ze people want order.

Miss Maitland:
Yes, and a uniform, and a flag, and a salute! You're no better than Nazis!

Mr. Eldritch:
They ARE Nazis.

Mr. Eldritch:
Nothing in the world can stop me now.

Thomas:
It's Mondays. Mondays are always wrong. Mondays are a crime.

Reet:
The only good Monday is a Monday in bed.

Marcie:
Well you two are no help. All you can do is quote Garfield t-shirts. Think for a moment.

Marcie:
Normal is for the comatose.

Reet:
Gravity readings are normal, so it must be an Earth child. Though it bears little resemblance to the rest of the species.

Thomas:
Oh Marcie, it's a gift.

Marcie:
Gifts are for the needy.

Thomas:
I could need one of those easy.

Thomas:
It doesn't matter what Marcie said. We're older than her. She isn't in charge of us. [Reet looks at him skeptically] Well she doesn't have to know.

Mr. Eldritch:
The machine, young lady. The machine is a thing of truth in an inconstant age. If you care for the machine, if you respect the machine... if you love the machine, you may be a part of its truth.

Miss Maitland:
Oh Marcie Hatter, you're a case study in paranoia.

Marcie:
And quite right too. Paranoia's an intelligent form of common-sense. None of us knows what's going on around us any of the time. I mean look at this. How many people know how a simple light-switch works? We're all in the dark, and it's getting darker.

Miss Maitland:
Marcie, I said enough questions. Oh unless I can ask you one.

Marcie:
Just the one.

Miss Maitland:
Why the canoe paddle?

Marcie:
Well you never know when you're gonna be up the creek.

Reet:
It's a wild impulsive stab in the dark, Thomas, but I think you have to switch it on.

Thomas:
[Opening lines] Marcie where are we I can't see a flipping thing. Marcie nobodies been down here for two thousand years and you get us stuck down here. Marcie what are we going to do?

Marcie:
Thomas! [pause] What is the first thing you do when you walk into a two thousand year old Celtic warriors tomb?

Thomas:
Well I don't know?

Marcie:
Find the light switch. [Throws light switch]

Marcie:
[climbing through ventilation shaft] A ventilation shaft. Marvellous. I'm a clich?.

Thomas:
Yeah but Reet, Marcie said these doors are vacuum sealed. Like coffee. That means ...

Reet:
That means I'm going to run out of air.

Thomas:
I'll go get help. Stay there, don't move.

Reet:
Where am I going to go Ipswich?