"'Hell, Pop, I knew it was there all the time!'"
"We'll be famous—our names will be on cereal boxes."
"The hell with it; I'm tired."
"Wish I could see out! What's it like?"
"Same as before."
"I can see someone's leg and the back of someone's head. Damn this lousy intercom. I can't even recognize voices."
"What's it matter who we are? We're just a lousy pack of sardines 'til we hit Earth."
"Good old Earth—hell with it."
"Gentlemen—I would make a speech!"
"Also the hell with you!"