Keith Andes credited as playing...
Dr. Peter Wayne
- [there's been a break-in, and Dr. Leland, as coroner, can't understand how a security guard died of suffocation]
- Police Lt. Branch: [bringing up another mystery] Well, when you get that worked out, I wish you'd tell me what pulled that door off.
- Dr. Leland - coroner: You mean a person couldn't do it?
- Police Lt. Branch: I don't think five people could do it, maybe not ten.
- Dr. Peter Wayne: Then what could it be?
- Police Lt. Branch: Beats me. The only thing I can figure is a rope attached to a truck, or hydraulic equipment. There's no way to get a straight pull on a rope. Hydraulic equipment would leave marks of some kind either where it was anchored or on the door, and there aren't any marks.
- [Roy reveals his plan to weed out a few human beings]
- Dr. Peter Wayne: That's... trying to play God. You just can't do that.
- Dr. Roy Clinton: Why not, if God's too busy. Who's to say that it's not his will, that we're not his agents?
- Dr. Roy Clinton: Now, then, if you'd care to sample this, I promise that you'll be charmed with its effect. You may find it slightly reminiscent of cucumbers in effect - a characteristic I'm unable to account for at the moment - but it's not bad at all. And, you'll also find that it will lead you into a world whose glory is magnificently beyond anything you've ever known.
- Dr. Peter Wayne: I don't want to. I don't want to do it.
- Dr. Roy Clinton: Well, you will next time, and you obviously must this time, since only that will make you an ally, and I can't let you go free as an enemy, can I?
- [Peter drinks]
- Dr. Peter Wayne: Lieutenant, you'd better get me to a hospital. This... drug is starting to take effect.
- Dr. Peter Wayne: [reading from a newspaper] "In Las Vegas last night, a player was searched for a hidden computer because of the excessive number of his bets. Now, they found nothing, but he won over $2000 in less than an hour."
- Police Lt. Branch: So?
- Dr. Peter Wayne: And here, "A man whose car went off the road and turned over, pinning him under it on the Las Vegas highway, reported that a passing motorist stopped, lifted the car off of him, and then went on, saying that he'd get help." Now, that crap shooter watched the game for an hour before he made a bet, and I think he was keeping track mentally of every throw, computing the possible odds on every bet on that table as he went along - and then betting when those odds gave him the edge. Now, this is something that only a complex computer could normally handle, and I think that there's some likelihood that he, and the man who lifted the car, and the man who killed our night watchman are the same person.
- Dean Flint: Well, it seems far-fetched, but I have to admit it is possible.