The shelter's door was made out of wood covered in fake steel.
Narrator: What you are about to watch is a nightmare. It is not meant to be prophetic, it need not happen, it's the fervent and urgent prayer of all men of good will that it never shall happen. But in this place, in this moment, it does happen. This is the Twilight Zone.
Jerry Harlowe: As a little personal aside, I'd like to conclude this way.
Bill: It'll probably be the best part of the speech.
Bill: You better get on home and get into your shelter... eh, your basement, and I'd board up the windows if I were you.
Jerry: Bill, we don't have a cellar, remember? The advantages of modern architecture, we have the only modern house on the block. We get everything at your back and call, everything at your fingertips, even got an electric launderer right off the back room. All the wonders of modern science taken into account except that thing that's heading here right now.
Frank: We'd have all those people on that block knowing there's a shelter over here.
Frank's wife: That's right, and what right have they to it? This isn't their street, this isn't their shelter.
Harry: Oh! This is our shelter, eh? And on the block that's another country altogether?
(as Grace is filling up jugs of water, she knocks one over and it breaks)
Bill: Take it easy... now just make believe it's perfume and it costs $100 an ounce, and in an hour it may be worth even more than that.
(the Stocktons have closed and locked themselves in their bomb shelter; they won't let anybody else in, because there's air and provisions for only the three of them. Their neighbors are all gathered in the basement, just outside the shelter.)
Marty Weiss: ...Jerry, you know Bill better than anybody. Go down and tell him to pick out one family.
Frank Henderson: One family... meaning yours, Marty. Right?
Marty Weiss: Well, why not? I've got a 3-month-old baby!
Mrs. Harlowe: What's that got to do with anything? Is your baby any more precious than one of my kids?
Marty Weiss: I never said that! Listen, if you're going to argue over who deserves to live more than the next person...!
Frank Henderson: You shut your mouth, Weiss! That's the way it is when the foreigners come over here. Pushy, grabby semi-Americans! Crowding us out of our own country! Tainting our bloodlines!
Marty Weiss: Why, you garbage-mouthed beast, I'll...! (he attacks Frank and they grapple murderously until Jerry pulls them apart)
Jerry Harlowe: ...Keep that up, and we won't even need a bomb to slaughter us!
Marty: I feel sorry for you, Bill, I really do. You probably will survive, but you'll have blood on your hands. (pounds on the shelter door) You're a doctor! You're suppose to help people! Help! Help! Help!
Bill: That was a million years ago.
Marty: (the "enemy missiles" have been positively identified as harmless satellites, after the Stocktons' neighbors have already broken down their shelter door) ...We could throw a block party tomorrow, a big celebration! Anything to get back to normal, right, Bill?
Bill: (dazed) ...Normal? ...I don't know what normal is. I thought I did once; I don't anymore.
Jerry: I...I told you we'll pay for all the damages, Bill.
Bill: ...Damages? I wonder...if any of us has any idea what those "damages" really are. Maybe one of them was finding out what we're really like when we're "normal." The kind of people we are, just underneath the skin--and I mean all of us--a lot of naked, wild animals who put such a price on staying alive that they'll claw their own neighbors to death just for the privilege! We were spared a bomb tonight, but I wonder... if we weren't destroyed even without it.
Narrator: No moral, no message, no prophetic tract. Just a simple statement of fact. For civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized. Tonight's very small exercise in logic from the Twilight Zone.