SPEARMAN: Can't argue with the passion of an expatriate. The
grass is always greener--
PAUL: It could be no other way, Captain, at least for Dr.
Wright and me, and I'm certain my wife will say the same
when she comes back.
WRIGHT: In some ways, Captain, the distance between Earth
and Lucifer is greater than the simple light years between
our two stars.
SLADE: I'm--sorry. Wasn't expecting it, that's all. Let me
get used to the idea a little.
SPEARMAN: You can consider me neutral, Captain Slade. I have
no place on Lucifer. One more utopia. Idealism running
contrary to obvious facts. It will break up--fine-spun
intellectual quarrels--no central control.
PAUL: Until, sometime, a strong man takes over and makes an
empire out of it...?