Connie. "It's the queerest thing that none of us remembers even where we took off from"

Connie. "Tell me about this city, Tyñon"

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

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

Connie. "A pair of foolish little lady spies"

Connie. "I guess it's all up with us"

Connie. "This poor guy is done for"

Connie. "That's that, no gas, no fly"

Connie. "You fools, your refusal is the city's death warrant"