Mike Rogers:
You think I'm gonna let a flake like you marry my sister? You're a *dreamer*.
David Whitlock:
Forgive us, Father, for what we've done.
Allan Dallis:
I told you chuckleheads that story was never gonna work.
Mike Rogers:
They took him.
Mike Rogers:
Yeah, who is this?
Operator:
I have a collect call from Travis Walton. Will you accept the charges?
Katie Rogers:
You know, just hang up the phone.
Mike Rogers:
I'll accept it.
Operator:
Go ahead, sir.
Travis Walton:
Mike!
Mike Rogers:
Travis?
Travis Walton:
Help me!
Travis Walton:
Space suits.
Allan Dallis:
Yeah, well. I think it's about time we got outta here, what do you boys think?
Lieutenant Frank Watters:
You're real broken up about your missing buddy, aren't you?
Allan Dallis:
Well, that's very perceptive. That's 'cause he's not my friend.
Lieutenant Frank Watters:
I got that. Clearly.
Allan Dallis:
Did you? Good. Now, ya' done?
Mike Rogers:
And if any of you got anything to say about me or my crew, you say it now, and you say it to my face.
Mike Rogers:
[
after revisiting the spot of Travis' disappearance] Let's get going. You gotta go to work. And I'd like to get the hell outta here before they come back.
Travis Walton:
They won't be back... I don't think they like me.
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