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

Connie. "Golly! Just look at that city!"

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

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

Connie. "Now that you have all drunk of the black cup, you are free to go to your people"

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

Connie. "You say there's no way out of here except by airplane, Mr. Greenleaf"

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

Connie. "Well, we're in a spot, alll right"

Connie. "A pair of foolish little lady spies"

Connie. "I'm tellin you, boss, it's suicide to try to put this big crate down there"

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

Connie. "Here we go!"

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

Connie. "What on earth is this place, Doctor?"

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

Connie. "Keep your hands up, and walk right up those steps"

Connie. "Lucky we found this reach of the river or they would have spotted us"

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