- [First lines]
- Narrator: This is Colonel John "Shorty" Powers in Lunar Launch Control. This story takes place near the turn of the century -not the last century, the *next* century. Nothing very much has happened since the 1960's: There as still a United Nations, and peace in the world... or at least what we have come to accept as "peace".
- [loading the sex-crazed Schmidlap onto the return vessel]
- Pete Mattemore: When do you untie him?
- Hoffman: When I rendezvous with Deuce in the main ship, and get some help.
- Schmidlap: NOTHIN'S gonna help ya Hoffman! You no good dir...
- [Hoffman yanks the cord on Schmidlap's suit radio. Schmidlap continues shouting in silence, until quieted by a few blows by Hoffman to the side of his helmet]
- Pete Mattemore: What happens when Schmidlap gets back, and there's girls all over the place?
- Hoffman: Oh I don't know... I honestly don't know... If I could just get him to go back to Divinity school...
- [Mattemore staggers into Quonset's office in spasms, propped up by Ponsonby]
- Harold Quonset: What's going on?
- Ponsonby: I don't know. I- I just got him out of the centrifuge and... and...
- [places Mattemore in chair]
- Ponsonby: there it was.
- Harold Quonset: [to Mattemore] Does that thing always affect you like that?
- Pete Mattemore: No... NO, uh, only when it turns... only when it turns.