SUPERVISOR: This better not be another damned Russian spy job.
TECH TWO: Air Res Traffic say the skies are clear.
TECH ONE: It's the real thing. A radio signal from another world.
SUPERVISOR: Let's not jump the gun. Get online with Space Command. They’re gonna want to know...What’s with the golf balls? You’re gonna kill me!
TECH THREE: This can't be right. The calculated distance from source is at three hundred and eight five thousand kilometers. It’s coming from the moon.
GENERAL GREY: Who else knows about this?
COMMANDING OFFICER: S.E.T.I. in New Mexico identified a signal but they're even more confused than we are. Excuse me, Sir.
GENERAL GREY: Major?
MAJOR: Yes, sir.
COMMANDING OFFICER: Radar reception has been impaired, but we were able to get these.