- [Mrs. Peel is working undercover in a department store]
- John Steed: I asked the chief predator where to find you and he said, "Our Mrs. Peel is in ladies' underwear." I rattled up the stairs three at a time.
- Emma Peel: Merry quips department on the fifth floor, sir.
- Emma Peel: So that's what they meant. I heard some of the staff talking about the King upstairs.
- John Steed: He's here?
- Emma Peel: Hm-hm, living at the top of the building. A disued department's been converted for him.
- John Steed: Really? Where is it?
- Emma Peel: The Department of Discontinued Lines.
- [hits Steed on the nose with a pencil]
- Emma Peel: You should fit in rather well.
- John Steed: That's a matter of opinion.
- Farthingale: Headwear, Mr. Massey.
- Massey: Yes, sir.
- Farthingale: And Mr. Massey, your carnation is crooked. Kindly adjust it.
- John Steed: What on earth's that?
- Emma Peel: Hm. Oh, it's an exploded molecular construction.
- John Steed: So that's what hit me.