- The Man: Here, invader. Eat. EAT. The only reason I can see for our fighting is that your uniform is a different color than mine. Do you understand my language?
- [sighs]
- The Man: I suppose, not. Anyway, I repeat... There's no longer a reason for us to fight. There are no longer any armies. Only rags of various colors that were once uniforms.
- [opening narration]
- Narrator: This is a jungle, a monument built by nature honoring disuse, commemorating a few years of nature being left to its own devices. But it's another kind of jungle, the kind that comes in the aftermath of man's battles against himself. Hardly an important battle, not a Gettysburg or a Marne or an Iwo Jima. More like one insignificant corner patch in the crazy quilt of combat. But it was enough to end the existence of this little city. It's been five years since a human being walked these streets. This is the first day of the sixth year - as man used to measure time. The time: perhaps a hundred years from now - or sooner. Or perhaps it's already happened two-million years ago. The place: The signposts are in English so that we may read them more easily, but the place - is The Twilight Zone.
- [closing narration]
- Narrator: This has been a love story - about two lonely people, who found each other - in The Twilight Zone.
- The Man: You're very pretty, now that I see you clearly. But I'm afraid the only way I could convince you of my honorable intentions would be by force. And I'm terribly, terribly sick of fighting.
- The Man: Go away. Go away! You go take your war to more suitable companions. This is CIVILIAN territory!