Exeter: Yes, they're concentrating all their attention on Metaluna. Those flashes of light... they're meteors... hundreds of them! Intense heat is turning Metaluna into a radioactive sun. Temperature must be... thousands of degrees by now. A lifeless planet. And yet... yet still serving a useful purpose, I hope. Yes, a sun. Warming the surface of some other world. Giving light to those who may need it. Now, into the converter tubes! Ruth, you take the first tube. You the next.
Dr. Cal Meacham: What about you?
Exeter: I'll use the third tube.

Dr. Cal Meacham: Sun lamp?
Dr. Ruth Adams: That's what it looks like. Only instead of a suntan, you get your brain cells rearranged.

Dr. Cal Meacham: What do you think of Mr. Mozart, Exeter?
Exeter: I'm afraid I don't know the gent... My mind must have been wandering. Your composer, of course.
Dr. Cal Meacham: "Our" composer! He belongs to the world.
Exeter: Yes, indeed.

Dr. Ruth Adams: My mind is my own, and nobody's going to change it! I'm not going into that room!

[the cat appears]
Dr. Ruth Adams: It's only Neutron. We call him that because he's so positive.
[sic]