The Twilight Zone Season 1 quotes

The song unsung. The wish unfulfilled. Even with the dream in hand, there is the chill of an eternal loss... fading... fading. For every choice made, wrong or right, a thousand alternatives denied. When tomorrow calls, sometimes the heart must be denied. For Carol Shelton, there will be other tomorrows, other joys, and yet... fading... fading. For one trembling instant, she was given the opportunity to take snapshots of an alternate future. Snapshots forever undeveloped in the darkness... of The Twilight Zone.

What in God's name is that?

[reading on the lamp] "Rub me and your wish will come true."

Straight out of The Thief of Baghdad.

Oh! Wait, there's more!

What?

"Certain restrictions may apply."

Mr. Trooper, you don't want me in your territory, believe me. Not with the body count I've got in my head.

Listen, I came home walking on the bodies of my friends. Now you think you know what that's like?

Bob

War is over, Mr. Price, no need to bring it back.

Bring it back? It never went away, not for me!

What if Paul Marano had turned right instead of left? Hit the brakes a millisecond quicker? Or if... if... if... The word ticks like a crazy clock trying to reclaim a single tragic second...from the Twilight Zone.

I just want to know one thing - what makes your kind so damned heat resistant?

"Heat resistant"?

So cool, so calculating, so... smugly self-assured. Your life, Ettinger, is empty. I mean, I know that you take meetings and you do lunches, and you... you work out after networking after hours, but you know what that amounts to? One big passionless display of conspicuous consumption, that's what.

Okay, okay, okay, now you listen to me, pal. Number one: I will not be stereotyped! Second: my life is none of your business! Number three: you are wasting my time, so number four: I want you out of here, right now!

[shoots him with an arrow] That's for being such a self-obsessed jerk! [shoots him with another] And that's for wasting my time! [starts to leave, then shoots him with another] And that's because I... I just felt like it.

[as the arrows disappear] What did you just do to me?

Hopefully, I just screwed up your life! [chuckles] Have a nice day.

The delicate thistledown of romance blows willy-nilly in the scented breeze of chance. On the other hand, perhaps true love is just a crap shoot with the dice loaded and the odds rigged from on high Mount Olympus, a condo for immortals in that subdivision called The Twilight Zone.

This is the Government Educational Service calling. Your son, Richard Jordan Jr., has completed the government examination, and the results have been analysed. We regret to inform you, your son's intelligence quotient has exceeded the government's standard, according to Rule 84, Section 5 of the New Code. You may specify now whether you wish his body interred by the government, or would you prefer a private burial?

He reached out with his mind, searching for some trace of her... but found only silence. Peter Wood, was alone.... A new year with new friends and a new confidence and, in time, he began to doubt whether it had ever really happened. Until, one day... [Charity tells him to go to Bear Rock] Harmon Brook is very different today. Its waters not quite as pure, its banks lined with tract homes and shopping centers, but Bear Rock is still there. And so is a message, a message from a girl long gone, and yet, never really gone in heart and mind. [Peter finds inscription] A last remembrance of friendship and first love. A love that will live, only and always, in the Twilight Zone.

We're told that damned places exist. Buildings where madness permeates the very bricks and mortar. We're told that sometimes dedication and kindness can purge the evil from those walls. This has merely been a story. Life isn't really like this, is it? A lesson to be learned in the study halls of the Twilight Zone.

Why must that hour never toll?

The lost hour must never come. If it strikes 12, eternal night falls, of which there is no recall. The light, the wind, the stars, this magnificent place we call the universe, it all ends. And in its place, waiting, always waiting, hungering to be fed, is darkness. No new beginnings, no world without end. Just the infinite emptiness.

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, time carries away the names and deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment. A blessing of the 18th Egyptian Dynasty: God be between you and harm in all the empty places you walk.

Maury Winkler, struggling playwright and occasional bill payer. Maury knows that all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players. What Maury doesn't know is he is about to take center stage in an off-Broadway production in the Twilight Zone.

Just a friendly game of cards. It doesn't take much to buy into this game, but buying out may be something else entirely. You see, there's a wild card on the table in a deck that's been reshuffled and cut...in the Twilight Zone.

[after learning that the Devil was in disguise] Ain't nothing about the money, it's the principle of the thing, you know?

Yeah, yeah that's right. You know, a guy wants to sit in and play poker with some guys, he should come up and say, you know, 'Hello, hi, I'm the Prince of Darkness. Can I sit in for a few hands?'