- Emma Peel: I've just come from an Embassy Junket.
- John Steed: The rattle of ambassadorial decorations, the drone of speeches...
- Emma Peel: Hmm. All proceeding at the pace of an infirm, gravely debilitated, very old snail.
- Emma Peel: Why the midnight vigil?
- John Steed: I'm expecting Bobby Danvers.
- Emma Peel: Courier? What's he couriering?
- John Steed: Top Secret papers from you know where.
- Emma Peel: Hot stuff?
- John Steed: I've laid out my asbestos gloves.
- John Steed: [admiring Benstead's race car] What a beauty!
- Sir George Benstead: [admiring Mrs. Peel] Oh, I do agree!
- John Steed: Marvelous chassis.
- Sir George Benstead: Well, I wouldn't be quite so bold as to say that, but, eh...
- John Steed: Her suspension's pretty complex, too.
- Sir George Benstead: Eh?
- Penelope Blaine: Yes, I've always been fascinated by men of action. Men who get up and go!
- John Steed: Sounds as though most of them got up and went.
- Penelope Blaine: Ooh, be careful. I don't want to lose you too.
- John Steed: You're right. Lets just stay good friends.
- Penelope Blaine: I say, you're awfully good at it!
- Emma Peel: Switch it off!
- Penelope Blaine: I warn you, I'm simply hopeless at mechanical things!
- Sir George Benstead: Of course I never married. Went into my cars instead. Distinct advantages...
- John Steed: You can switch a car off.
- Mike: [Before Steed arrives to rescue Mrs. Peel] MRS. PEEL, YOU DO REALIZE THAT IN A FEW MOMENTS YOU'RE LIKELY TO DIE?