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

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

Connie. "Come on, this way, up these stairs!"

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

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

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

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

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

Connie. "Here we go!"

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

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

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

Connie. "This poor guy is done for"

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

Connie. "A pair of foolish little lady spies"

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

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

Connie. "Tell me about this city, Tyñon"

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

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