Marilyn Lovell: [Jim is standing outside, looking up at the moon, covering and uncovering it with his thumb. Marilyn comes out with a garbage bag] You're drunk, Lovell.
Jim Lovell: Yeah, I'm not used to the champagne.
Marilyn Lovell: Me neither...
[She picks at a few glasses on a table, then drops the bag in exasperation]
Marilyn Lovell: I can't deal with cleaning up, let's sell the house.
Jim Lovell: All right, we'll sell the house.
[Still looking up at the moon]
Jim Lovell: They're back inside now. Looking up at us. Isn't that something?
Marilyn Lovell: [Settles into a lawn chair] I'll bet Jenny Armstrong doesn't get a wink of sleep tonight. When you were on the far side on 8, I didn't sleep at all. I just vacuumed over and over again.