Mr. Orson, could you send a message out on your AP wire?
OMr. Orson
Well, what is it this time? Dinosaurs? Giant ants? Tarantulas as big as houses?
KCKevin Carlson
Listen to me, this is no joke. We are being invaded! They look like human beings, but inside, they're... they're monsters! We saw them! They made a mistake - a flash camera shines through the illusion! It must have something to do with the frequency of light--
OMr. Orson
Son, if I sent that story out on the AP wire, Mr. AP himself would come out here and rip out my teletype with his own bare hands.
I gave up war a long time ago. I can't even remember the wars I fought in, much less the men I killed. And for what? What were any of them for? What did we build with centuries of blood and widows' tears? They have World Wars now. They number them to tell them apart. They fight them without me.
MMerlin
What of your oath? To right wrongs, to punish the wicked?
LLancelot
The longer I lived, the more difficult it became to determine what was a wrong and who was wicked.
MMerlin
Galahad would not have abandoned his knightly oaths. Lancelot, Lancelot, what foolishness this is. I have no doubt that you'll be at my side when I set my new Arthur on the throne of England.
LLancelot
Kings are mere ornaments in this time, Merlin. People prefer to choose their own leaders now.
MMerlin
Peasants? Peasants? What a foolish notion. How can they understand what's best for them?
LLancelot
Merlin, you don't understand. Arthur ruled a tiny kingdom. Today, there are realms that take up half the world. We fought our wars with sword and lance. Now there are weapons that can fire whole cities in an instant, and poison the earth for longer than you have slept. Today, the world has no room for mistakes, Merlin.
MMerlin
I do not make mistakes.
LLancelot
You're wrong. You slept through the end, and the rest of us paid the price. I saw Arthur's eyes when they tied Guinevere to the stake and lit the fire. Later I saw him die at the hands of his own son, and Mordred on the sword of his father. No, no, Merlin. I want no part of these new schemes of yours. Our hour is passed.
Once upon a time, there was a realm of myth and magic—a high, bright dream that shimmered briefly and then was gone, leaving only memories and one ageless, weary, slightly tarnished hero who proved at last that wisdom and valor go hand in hand, on Earth, in Camelot, and...in the Twilight Zone.
Exit one Gary Pitkin, singer, impersonator, and restless subject of a dead king named Elvis Aaron Presley. A frustrated young man, born twenty-five years too late, who is about to find his own place to dwell, down at the end of lonely street, in a neighborhood called...the Twilight Zone.
A round of hollow applause for Gary Pitkin, who tried to pay a blood debt in sequins and B-movies, and discovered to his sorrow that sometimes you are called back for one encore too many in the Twilight Zone.
[reading a message in a bottle] There is in certain living souls a loneliness unspeakable. So great it must be shared as company is shared by lesser beings. Such a loneliness is mine and know by this that in immensity there's one lonelier than you'. And it is addressed to the loneliest one.
Message found in a bottle, sender unknown. Still alive or long dead. The last of his species or a traveler marooned on alien shores. Perhaps in the end, all that matters is this: that even to loneliness, there is an end. And for those who are lonely enough, long enough, a message cast adrift on the darkest beaches...of the Twilight Zone.
Old friends have a way of being there when you need them and sometimes when you don't, as Alex Mattingly and his son Jeff are about to learn, courtesy of a very special friend from the Twilight Zone.
For Alex and Jeff Mattingly there will always be one special friend, one who loved them both enough to vanish when the time was right, but after all, that's what friends are for. Especially a friend from...the Twilight Zone.
There is indeed a fountain of youth, but not the one Ponce de Leon dreamed of. The true fountain of youth lies in the human heart, and its healing properties are without price. An oasis flowing everfresh from the headwaters...of the Twilight Zone.
Two women. A man. A chase down library steps. And so, our story begins. Like life, all stories have a beginning, a middle and end. But the distances between beginning and end, between story and life, can sometimes be deceptive. Especially when viewed through the shifting prisms of the Twilight Zone.
How fortunate for Marsha Cole to squeeze into the mall even though it's closing. Someone should remind her though: Doors that keep others out, can also seal you in...the Twilight Zone.
Imagine standing forever still, unable to act, to speak, to touch a reassuring hand. If you were released from such a fate, even for a while, wouldn't you hope to forget that in reality, you're only on a short leave of absence...from the Twilight Zone?
For most of us, our secret heart's desire seems to lie behind a bolted door. But what if the lives we find so familiar are someone else's dream come true? Perhaps, for all of us, somewhere is a hidden door...into the Twilight Zone.