- Narrator: [closing narration for "Her Pilgrim Soul"] And bending down beside the glowing bars, murmur, a little sadly, how love fled and paced upon the mountains overhead and hid her face amid a crowd of stars. A variation on William Butler Yeats to all those who have loved and lost, and loved again, on Earth or... in the Twilight Zone.
- Narrator: [closing narration for "I of Newton"] Another of our continuing tips on what to do if the Devil shows up on your doorstep.
- Sam: [Sam picks up the sunglasses and turns back to his difficult math problem on the board with a rueful smile on his face] Well, that guy wasn't any help at all.
- [Sam then throws the sunglasses into the trash can]
- Narrator: A public service announcement from the Twilight Zone.
- Sam: Yeah, well you can just go back to whatever stygian depths you came from, fella. Because I have no intention, thank you, of selling my soul for the solution of any equation.
- The Devil: "Stygian depths," I like that. You mention Dante to most people these days, and they ask you how you liked "Gremlins." You got class. But no can do, babe. You see, we took an option on your soul the moment you summoned me. I'm just a sub-agent here to close the deal. It's all a formality. In other words, you're damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
- Sam: But that's not fair!
- The Devil: Of course it's not fair. We're evil. Look it up.
- Sam: [after unsuccessfully trying to determine the answer to an unsolved equation] Dammit! I would sell my soul to get this thing right!
- [hearing a sound behind him, Sam is shocked to see a man with horns on his head suddenly appear wearing sunglasses, blue jeans, and a red T-shirt that has the words "Hell is a summer festival."]
- The Devil: Two words, babe: Eternal damnation. We in business?
- Sam: [having inadvertently summoned the Devil] Did I say "soul?" Sorry. Slip of the tongue. You're a busy man. I'm a busy man. We're both busy men. Let's go somewhere and find a place to be busy.
- [Sam attempts to leave the room, but he's blocked by an invisible wall]
- Sam: It was just a idle comment, for God's sake! You don't go after every poor jerk that makes a careless remark, do you?
- [the Devil regards Sam silently]
- Sam: Okay, maybe you do.
- The Devil: Here's the back story, Sam. You don't mind if I call you Sam, do you? I mean, I think we're really connecting here in a positive way. And I'd like to cut through all that "victim-demon" negative imaging, you know what I mean?
- The Devil: [takes off his mirrored sunglasses, revealing mirrored eyes] Okay, here's the deal. All that mathematical lingo you were spouting? It's beautiful, man, it's like poetry. Brought tears to my eyes. Just happened to have the right phonetic structure to be a good old-fashioned demonic invocation. Especially with that neat little curse woven into it.
- The Devil: [puts sunglasses back on] We talking high-concept or what?