Susan Foreman:
One day, we'll know all the mysteries of the skies... and we'll stop our wandering.
Barbara Wright:
Then you and I will say goodbye.
Susan Foreman:
Mmm? Oh, not yet! Not for a long time.
[last lines]
Tegana:
Here's water, Marco Polo!
[he empties the water gourd onto the ground]
Tegana:
Come for it!