Autoplay: On | Off
Criswell: Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown... the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you, the full story of what happened on that fateful day. We are bringing you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony, of the miserable souls, who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places. My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty. Let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts of grave robbers from outer space?!?
Jeff: You promise you'll lock the doors immediately?
Paula: I promise. Besides, I'll be in bed before a half hour's gone... with your pillow beside me.
Jeff: My pillow?
Paula: Well, I have to have something to keep me company while you're away. Sometimes in the night, when it does get a little lonely, I reach over and touch it. Then it doesn't seem so lonely anymore.
Lt. Harper: Modern women.
Tom: They've been like that all down through the ages. Especially in a spot like this.
Paula: Now, don't you worry. The saucers are up there. The graveyard is out there. But I'll be locked up safely in there.
Criswell: All of us on this earth know that there is a time to live, and that there is a time to die. Yet death is always a shock to those left behind. It is even more of a shock when Death, the Proud Brother, comes suddenly without warning. Just at sundown, a small group gathered in silent prayer, around the newly-opened grave of the beloved wife of an elderly man. Sundown of the day; yet also the sundown of the old man's heart, for the shadows of grief clouded his very reason... The funeral over, the saddened group left the graveside. It was when the gravediggers started their task that strange things began to take place.
Lt. Harper: But one thing's sure. Inspector Clay is dead, murdered, and somebody's responsible!
Tom: Why is it so important that you want to contact the governments of our earth?
Eros: Because of death. Because all you of Earth are idiots.
Jeff: Now you just hold on, Buster.
Eros: No, you hold on. First was your firecracker, a harmless explosive. Then your hand grenade: you began to kill your own people, a few at a time. Then the bomb. Then a larger bomb: many people are killed at one time. Then your scientists stumbled upon the atom bomb, split the atom. Then the hydrogen bomb, where you actually explode the air itself. Now you can arrange the total destruction of the entire universe served by our sun: The only explosion left is the Solanite.
Tom: Why, there's no such thing!
Eros: It's because of men like you that all must be destroyed.
Jeff: You fiend.
Eros: I, a fiend? I am a soldier of our planet. I, a fiend? We did not come here as enemies.
Tom: Why, a particle of sunlight can't even be seen or measured.
Eros: Can you see or measure an atom? Yet you can explode one. A ray of sunlight is made up of *many* atoms!
Jeff: So what if we do develop this Solanite bomb? We'd be even a stronger nation than now.
Eros: Stronger. You see? You see? Your stupid minds! Stupid! Stupid!
Jeff: That's all I'm taking from you! (hits him)
Criswell: Perhaps, on your way home, someone will pass you in the dark, and you will never know it... for they will be from outer space.
Bela Lugosi used one of the capes he wore in his stage performance as Dracula.