Ok, Let's Get This Mother Out Of

I Know The Stars Are My Home. I Learned About Them, Needed Them For Survival In Terms Of Navigation. I Know Where I Am When I Look Up At The Sky. I Know Where I Am When I Look Up At The Moon; It's Not Just Some Abstract Romantic Idea, It's Something Very Real To Me. See, I've Expanded My Home.

We Leave As We Came, And, God Willing, As We Shall Return, With Peace And Hope For All Mankind.

Ok, Let's Get This Mother Out Of Here.

I'm Quite Disappointed That I'm Still The Last Man On The Moon.

If The Guidance Failed Or Started To Stray Or Went Somewhere We Didn't Like Or The Ground Didn't Like, I Could Flip A Switch, And I Could Control Seven, Over Seven And A Half Million Pounds Of Thrust With This Handle And Fly The Thing To The Moon Myself.