- Dr. Elizabeth Merrill: Why all the urgency with this probe?
- C.W. Crawford: Politics. Lovely, sordid politics. The Navy and the CIA blame each other for the loss, which means loss of face. How could this have happened?
- Dr. Elizabeth Merrill: Sara, get me C.W. please, we just located the probe.
- Sara: [on phone] Oh hi, hey, that's fantastic. But I can't locate C.W. He's been missing since yesterday.
- Dr. Elizabeth Merrill: C.Dubbey.? That's incredible. He's the worlds most reliable man.
- Sara: Yeah, I know, he usually files a flightplan for going to the john.
- Lew Calendar: Can it, Cash. Either you tell me where that black box is, or your secretary here sees if she can type without any fingers.
- C.W. Crawford: I can't handle that right now. I have to be alone.
- Sara: But what if there's a nuclear war?
- C.W. Crawford: Handle it!
- Lew Calendar: Enough with this receptionist act, girlie. You gonna take us to Crawford, or do you wanna wind up with no neck between your head and your shoulders?