- Dr. Elias Huer: Wait, Buck. Be careful, please.
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: [touches the object] Yeah, well, what do I know?
- Twiki: [chirping] Killed by a yo-yo. What a way to go.
- [food and drinks materialize in Buck's apartment]
- Dr. Elias Huer: What in the galaxy?
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Hamburgers, French fries, milk shakes and champagne. No, it can't be.
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Hieronymus, your matter transmitter's a great idea, but it's still got a few bugs.
- Hieronymous Fox: Oh, yeah. It creates one heck of a magnetic field, doesn't it? Hope it didn't bollix up any of your alarm systems.
- Colonel Wilma Deering: Oh, no, The whole planet's on general alert. That's all.
- Hieronymous Fox: Oops. Back to the drawing board.
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: That entire riddle was just about New Year's Eve, wasn't it?
- Hieronymous Fox: Right. The first line was about you - "The man out of old Earth's past."
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: "Has the key to the next and the last"?
- Hieronymous Fox: Sure. Buck would know about an hourglass, which was going to be the next thing that I sent you, after the last thing, which was the riddle - a real, live 20th-century limerick.
- Twiki: [chirping] Tricky little devil, ain't ya?
- Hieronymous Fox: "But you won't solve this riddle till the end is the middle."
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Ah, of course. The end of the old year, the middle of the night. Midnight.
- Hieronymous Fox: And the Terran sands disappearing...
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Is the hourglass you sent us. When the sands disappear, they disappear with a...
- Hieronymous Fox: A blast. Meaning a party. And what's a party without milk shakes and bubbly and fries and Rigellian lizard burgers?
- Dr. Elias Huer: "Lizard burgers."
- [swallows hard at that bad memory]
- Hieronymous Fox: I gotta run, gang. These transgalactic phone calls add up. Have yourselves a happy one and wait till you see my riddle next year! Bye.
- Colonel Wilma Deering: Next year?
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: There's plenty of time to worry about that later. For now, though, how about some good, old-fashion Genesian bubby?
- [picks up champagne bottle]
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Was 2490 a good year?
- Colonel Wilma Deering: How could it be? You weren't even around.
- Miss Cosmos: Oh, you'll have to excuse me for staring. I've never met a 500-year-old man before.
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Oh, that's okay. I've never met a genetically-perfect woman before either.
- Miss Cosmos: [strokes over Buck's shoulder] Hmm. Think of the permutations.
- Colonel Wilma Deering: [re Princess Ardala] What do you mean, "not her style"? She's ruthless, arrogant and power-hungry.
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: Yeah, but aside from that, what's wrong with her?
- [last lines]
- Capt. William 'Buck' Rogers: [opening up bottle of Hieronymous Fox's bubbly] Was 2490 a good year?
- Colonel Wilma Deering: How could it be? You weren't even around.
- [all laugh]