"(Drummond strides to Dr. Page, and takes from him a rock, about the size of a tennis ball. Drummond weighs the rock in his hand as he saunters back toward Brady.) How old do you think this rock is? (Davenport rises about to object.)
BRADY. (Intoning.) I am more interested in the Rock of Ages, than I am in the Age of Rocks. (A couple of die-hard "Amens." Drummond ignores this glib gag.)
DRUMMOND. Dr. Page of Oberlin College tells me that this rock is at least ten million years old.
BRADY. (Sarcastically.) Well, well, Colonel Drummond! You managed to sneak in some of that scientific testimony after all. (Drummondopens up the rock, which splits into two halves. He shows it to Brady.)
DRUMMOND. Look, Mr. Brady. These are the fossil remains of a pre-historic marine creature, which was found in this very county—and which lived here millions of years ago, when these very mountain ranges were submerged in water.
BRADY. I know. The Bible gives a fine account of the flood. But your professor is a little mixed up on his dates. That rock is not more than six thousand years old.
DRUMMOND. How do you know?
BRADY. A fine Biblical scholar, Bishop Usher, has determined for us the exact date and hour of the Creation. It occurred in the Year 4,004 B.C.
DRUMMOND. That's Bishop Usher's opinion.
BRADY. It is not an opinion. It is literal fact, which the good Bishop arrived at through careful computation of the ages of the prophets as set down in the Old Testament. In fact, he determined that the Lord began the Creation on the 23rd of October in the Year 4,004 B.C. at—uh, 9 A.M.!
DRUMMOND. That Eastern Standard Time? (Laughter.) Or Rocky Mountain Time? (More laughter.) It wasn't daylight-saving time, was it? Because the Lord didn't make the sun until the fourth day!
BRADY. (Fidgeting.) That is correct."

Прошу прощения, найти текст пьесы "Пожнешь бурю" в переводе пока не получается :( но не вспомнить этот эпизод я не могла.