- Narrator: [Closing Narration] Marsha White in her normal and natural state: a wooden lady with a painted face, who, one month out of the year, takes on the characteristics of someone as normal and as flesh and blood as you and I. But it makes you wonder, doesn't it? Just how normal are we? Just who are the people we nod our hellos to as we pass on the street? A rather good question to ask - particularly in The Twilight Zone.
- Male Mannequin: Maaarsha? Who do you think you're fooling, Marsha?
- Female Mannequin: Come on, dear. Climb off it.
- Marsha White: *SPOILER* I'm a mannequin. That's what I am, I'm a mannequin and it was my turn to...
- Saleswoman: ...Your turn to leave us for a month. Becoming much clearer now, isn't it? You left us for a month and you lived with the outsiders. But you were due back yesterday and you didn't show up. You know, Marsha, that's very selfish, my dear. All of us wait our turn and we simply do not overstay it. Now, it was my turn starting last night. I'm one day delayed already.
- Marsha White: Of course. Of course. I'm sorry, I forgot. When you're on the outside, everything seems so normal. As if...
- Elevator Man: As if what, Marsha?
- Marsha White: As if we were like the others. Like the outsiders. Like the real people.
- Marsha White: [to the Saleswoman] I mean, I don't want to make a big thing out of this, but what kind of a place is this?
- Narrator: [Opening Narration] Express elevator to the ninth floor of a department store, carrying Miss Marsha White on a most prosiac, ordinary, run-of-the-mill errand.
- Elevator Man: Ninth floor!
- Marsha White: [exits elevator] There must be some mistake. There's nothing here.
- [the Elevator Man closes the door in her face]
- Narrator: [continued narration] Miss Marsha White on the ninth floor, specialties department, looking for a gold thimble. The odds are that she'll find it - but there are even better odds that she'll find something else, because this isn't just a department store. This happens to be The Twilight Zone.