Caesar
We are not your masters.
MacDonald
We're not your equals.
Caesar
MacDonald, I believe that...when you truly grow to know and trust a person,|you cannot help but like him. When we grow to know and trust your people... then we shall all be equals...and remain so until|the end of the world
MacDonald
Which may be sooner than you think.
Caesar
You are such a pessimist! Or a prophet. Now that apes are at the helm... Earth will sail safely through space|until the end of time... and Virgil says time has no end. So, you see, I cannot believe you.
MacDonald
Would you believe it|if you heard it... from the lips of your own parents?
Caesar
Are my parents alive?
MacDonald
No, but their images and their voices are.
Caesar
MacDonald, when you talk about my parents... please do not speak in riddles. I cannot see them.I cannot hear them. Armando's only told me they came out of the future. They cannot give me knowledge.
MacDonald
Caesar, you can see them. You can hear them...and they can give you knowledge.
Caesar
How?
MacDonald
Under the dead city where we once lived... in the archives near the old command post... there are tapes-sealed tapes- Of Cornelius and Zira... being examined by officials of the American government When my brother was Governor Breck's assistant, he told me about them. I know where they are... and I know that they concern Earth's future, from which your parents came.
Caesar
But the city was flattened. The bomb left nothing.
MacDonald
Except, I suspect... the archive section. Indeed, many sections of the underground city... were designed to survive the impact... of a 10-megaton over-blast.
Caesar
Well, then the tapes and pictures of my parents are still down there Oh... Oh, MacDonald... I want to see what they look like. I suppose every orphan does. I want to hear... what they thought and knew.
