Connie. "If you're not no. 48, who are you, and what are you doing in no. 48's clothes?"

Connie. "I will go and find no. 48 myself, Morlon"

Connie. "Well, by jingoes!"

Connie. "If there were clothes like ours found there, then there must have been a 3rd man in that big sea plane"

Connie. "The Council is here, Tyñon, but they're very busy"

Connie. "A pair of foolish little lady spies"

Connie. "Do you mean you raise corn in those glass things?"

Connie. "Okay, Mr. Greenleaf - I guess that job is finished"

Connie. "I'm afraid your imagination is over active"