- John Steed: And as you're going to be out there anyway, pussy-footing along those sun-soaked shores...
- Catherine Gale: You thought I might do a little investigating.
- John Steed: That's right! What do you say?
- Catherine Gale: Goodbye Steed!
- John Steed: Eh?
- Catherine Gale: That's what I say: goodbye.
- John Steed: But that isn't asking too much?
- Catherine Gale: [Mrs. Gale gets up to leave] Oh yes it is! You see I'm not going to be pussy-footing along those sun-soaked shores - I'm going to be lying on them.
- John Steed: Not pussy-footing? I must have been misinformed!
- [door slams]
- Dr. Stannage: Stubborn, you know in this part of the world, can't abide interference. Think they know everything. Same trouble with medicine these days, patients think they know more than their doctors. That's why I turned to pathology!
- John Steed: Corpses can't argue.
- Dr. Stannage: Ha ha. He was shot.
- John Steed: Who?
- Dr. Stannage: Your ministry friend. 38, I guess. Entered the body just below the right side of the rib cage, punctured the right lung, left the body between the 7th and 8th ribs. That's what I'm looking for.
- John Steed: The ribs?
- Dr. Stannage: No no, the bullet.
- Catherine Gale: Isn't there a proverb in your country that said everyone...
- Mason: [interrupting] Not Confucius, please. What was wisdom to my ancestors is now mere pomposity in this enlightened age.
- John Steed: They're certainly taking their time, aren't they?
- Dr. Stannage: Ambulances rarely rush to the morgue, Mr. Steed.
- Quentin Slim: Listen, baby, Steed is pumping her for information, she's got to be warned!
- Max Bush: And that's the reason you're running up to town?
- Quentin Slim: Isn't that good enough, hm?
- Max Bush: More than good enough, if I could believe it.
- Quentin Slim: And just what is that supposed to mean?
- Max Bush: Steed's got a lot of charm, Kate's an attractive woman.
- Quentin Slim: Fine. They make a nice couple, so why should I ca...
- Max Bush: [interrupting] You're jealous! Jealousy is illogical, it's something we can't afford to be.
- Quentin Slim: Stuff it, Bush.
- [turns to leave]
- Max Bush: [grabs Quentin] Look, you'll stay here or nurse a bad headache!