- Bus Driver: When the supervisor comes to claim the bus, tell him I've resigned.
- [jumps out the window]
- Field Rep: Actually, Cavender, there seems to be considerable question about the damage you can do with just arms and legs, not to mention your mouth.
- [opening narration]
- Narrator: Small message of reassurance to that horizontal young lady: don't despair, help is en route. It's coming in an odd form from a very distant place, but it's, nonetheless, coming.
- Narrator: [continuing narration, subsequent to extensive character dialogue] Submitted for your approval, the case of one Miss Agnes Grep, put on Earth with two left feet, an overabundance of thumbs, and a propensity for falling down manholes. In a moment, she will be up to her jaw in miracles, wrought by apprentice angel Harmon Cavender, intent on winning his wings. And, though it's a fact that both of them should have stood in bed, they will tempt all the fates by moving into the cold, gray dawn - of The Twilight Zone.
- [closing narration]
- Narrator: A word to the wise now to any and all who might suddenly feel the presence of a cigar-smoking helpmate who takes bankbooks out of thin air. If you're suddenly aware of any such celestial aids, it means that you're under the beneficent care of one Harmon Cavender, guardian angel. And this message from the Twilight Zone: lotsa luck!