- Narrator: [Opening Narration] This is Mr. Jackie Rhoades, age thirty-four, and where some men leave a mark of their lives as a record of their fragmentary existence on Earth, this man leaves a blot, a dirty, discolored blemish to document a cheap and undistinguished sojourn amongst his betters. What you're about to watch in this room is a strange and mortal combat between a man and himself, for in just a moment, Mr. Jackie Rhoades, whose life has been given over to fighting adversaries, will find his most formidable opponent in a cheap hotel room that is in reality the outskirts of The Twilight Zone.
- Narrator: [Closing Narration] Exit Mr. John Rhoades, formerly a reflection in a mirror, a fragment of someone else's conscience, a wishful thinker made out of glass, but now made out of flesh and on his way to join the company of men. Mr. John Rhoades, with one foot through the door and one foot out - of The Twilight Zone.
- Jackie Rhoades: [Jackie Rhoades: noticing his reflection is gone] Hey! Hey there. Hey, Where are you? Hey, glass, come on out here. Come on, do your job now. Hey, I wanna see how I look, glass. Come on.
- Jackie Rhoades: [John Rhoades] It don't make any difference, Jackie, because you're not going anywhere. You go out that door, we're finished. We're both finished. That's the door to nowhere. Jackie, Jackie let me out! I wanna take over! I gotta take over! I want a decent job; some friends!
- Jackie Rhoades: [Jackie Rhoades] I got a job. I got friends. I got everything I want!
- Jackie Rhoades: [John Rhoades] You got nothing. You got nothing but a pain inside! You got no friends, the lot of them. You got nothing. You ARE nothing! It's time to be something! Jackie, let me out! Let me take over, Jackie. This is your last chance.
- Jackie Rhoades: [Jackie Rhoades: moving the mirror] All right, I'll let you outta there! Come on out of there, wise guy! Come on out! What a phony. YOU'RE A LIAR!
- [spins the mirror and is stammers hysterically as John moves closer in the mirror towards Jackie]