I've laid the seed; it should be all you need.
Ya gotta block? Well, take my advice.
Janet: My feet! I can't move my feet!
Dr. Scott: My wheels! My God, I can't move my wheels!
Brad: It's as if we're glued to the spot!
Frank: You are!
Janet: We're trapped!
Frank: It's something you'll get used to.
Dr. Scott: You won't find Earth people quite the easy mark you imagine. This sonic transducer...it is I suppose, some kind of audio-vibratory physio-molecular transport device?
Brad: You mean...
Dr. Scott: Yes, Brad, it's something we ourselves have been working on for quite sometime. But it seems our friend here has found a means of perfecting it. A device capable of breaking down solid matter and then projecting it through space and, who knows, perhaps even time itself.
Janet: You mean he's going to send us to another planet?
Frank: Planet, schmanet, Janet!
Criminologist: And then she cried out...
Janet: STOP!
Frank:Don't get hot and flustered!
Brad: You're a hot dog, but you better not try to hurt her,
Dr. Scott: You're a hot dog, but you better not try to hurt her,
Janet: You're a hot dog --
