- Lady Cynthia: I have jobs like other people have colds.
- Lord Teale: You should settle down.
- Lady Cynthia: Settle nothing! How do you know what it's about if you haven't tried it?
- Lord Teale: Well, you don't have to swallow the ocean to describe the taste of salt water.
- Lady Cynthia: Smart! Where did it come from?
- Lord Teale: Off a match box.
- John Steed: [Steed and Mrs. Gale are searching through magazines] Hold everything!
- Catherine Gale: Where?
- John Steed: There she is, bless her decolletage. Hoo!
- Catherine Gale: [reading] Lady Cynthia Bellamy sits this one out with Major Foster MFH, the Honorable Jeremy Barnes Mayfair Party.
- John Steed: Oh... Good for Jeremy. What?
- Catherine Gale: Good for the Major!
- John Steed: [chuckles] Yes. Hey where has he got his hand? Oh. Officer and a gentleman.
- John Steed: [Steed returns home to find Cathy there] Hey, you still here? It stopped raining, you know.
- Catherine Gale: It's not five hours, yet.
- John Steed: Five hours?
- Catherine Gale: They shampooed all the carpets in my flat and I can't walk on them for five hours.
- John Steed: Oh dear, dear me.
- John Steed: Do you fancy a dehydrated cucumber sandwich?
- Catherine Gale: No.
- John Steed: Oh, never mind, there's bound to be bloater.
- Lady Cynthia: How did you do it?
- John Steed: Do what?
- Lady Cynthia: You don't look all that muscular, you must be very deceptive!
- John Steed: I am. Now, what have I done?