Mr. Bloom: The day we stop playing is the day we start getting old.
Narrator: You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.
Car Passenger: Hey... you wanna see something really scary?
Mrs. Weinstein: Birdie with the yellow bill hopped upon my window sill, cocked his shining eye and said 'ain't you shamed you sleepy head?'.
Mr. Bloom: I found out, a long, long time ago, that I wanted to be my own true age and try and keep a young mind.
Mrs. Weinstein: Remember this one, Mrs. Dempsey? Not last night but the night before, 24 robbers came knocking at my door, as I ran out, they ran in and this is what they said to me.