Judi to Helen: "Let's get the f(@k outta here and leave the World to its own Resources!......We can attain/sustain low orbit in this old Vehicle, I think.....and wait until the two-legged Lemmings have fallen into the Sea of Evolutionary History.... Whaddayoumean, 'We don't have safety belts...'?...We got our shots, didn't we??"
Helen to Judi: "If our eye could penetrate the earth and see its interior from pole to pole, from where we sit to the antipodes, we could glimpse, with horror, a mass terrifyingly riddled with fissures and caverns, Judi...."
Judi to Helen: "You're so full of s(*t, Helen......you ripped that off from Thomas Burnet's TELLURIS THEORIA SACRA, (1694)! And I thought you were a Super Woman!......Now, we're gonna crash this old heap in a giant, steaming Fissure, Bitch! And we never got to Provins, that Magic Place, still redolent of secrets left completely out of this Script....Now, we have to slip in, knives between our teeth, a couple of grenades in hand, and re-conquer Earth before it is encapsulated in molten styrene..........Stop looking back....remember what happened to Lot's wife? It wasn't 'just the silicon', you know..."
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