- Horace Maxwell Ford: I don't know what happened to me, Laura. I have no idea. But... for one minute, or one second, or maybe one hour, I don't know... I saw something that... made every memory I ever had a lie. Because when I was a kid was an ugly, sad, unbearable nightmare. And I saw it. I know what it was. I remember it now.
- Laura Ford: I don't know what happened to you either, Horace. But I think we're all like that. We remember what was good, and we black out what was bad. Maybe because we couldn't live if we didn't.
- Narrator: [opening narration] Mr. Horace Ford - who has a preoccupation with another time, a time of childhood, a time of growing up, a time of street games, stickball and hide-'n-go-seek. He has a reluctance to go check out a mirror and see the nature of his image: Proof positive that the time he dwells in has already passed him by. But in a moment or two, he'll discover that mechanical toys and memoires and daydreaming and wishful thinking, and all manner of odd and special events, can lead one into a special province, uncharted and unmapped - a country of both shadow and substance, known as the Twilight Zone.
- Narrator: [closing narration] Exit Mr. and Mrs. Horace Ford, who have lived through a bizarre moment not to be calibrated on normal clocks or watches. Time has passed, to be sure - but it's the special time in the special place known as... the Twilight Zone.
- Laura Ford: [Laura finds Horace lying on the street, his face cut up] Horace, I'm here. It's all right, Horace. I'm here.
- Horace Maxwell Ford: Laura?
- Laura Ford: Yes. I'm here. It's all right.
- Horace Maxwell Ford: Laura... don't ask me anything.
- Laura Ford: I won't.
- Horace Maxwell Ford: 'Cause I could never... Just don't.