- John Steed: Six bodies in an hour and twenty minutes. What do you call that?
- Georgie Price-Jones: A good first act.
- Georgie Price-Jones: [having just smashed a vase on Steed's head] Steed! I thought you were an old lady with a bale and knitting needles.
- John Steed: They do say I take after granny.
- Georgie Price-Jones: Are you all right?
- John Steed: I should get my armoured hat on.
- [Steed attempts to enter Ivanoff's hotel room by delivering a bound-and-gagged imitation Emma Peel to his doorstep]
- Joseph Ivanoff: Who's there?
- John Steed: Special delivery... perishables.
- Georgie Price-Jones: What are you doing?
- John Steed: Looking for clues.
- [rummages through some papers]
- Georgie Price-Jones: Oh, I see. Clues!
- [picks up a notebook and starts reading]
- John Steed: [reading] Nine o'clock appointment with Auntie...
- Georgie Price-Jones: Steed, listen to this: S1, K9, K2 tog toble eck.
- John Steed: Well?
- Georgie Price-Jones: Don't you see, it's a code. It seemed very clue-like.
- John Steed: [there are four men lying unconscious on the floor] Do you know these gentlemen?
- Aunt Hetty: What John, Paul, George and Fred? Well of course I know them. You can get up now, they're my favourite nephews. Absolutely my favourite.
- Aunt Hetty: Nephews?
- Aunt Hetty: Naturally. And I like to think that I am their favourite auntie.
- John Steed: Do you recognize these?
- [hands him a pair of knitting needles]
- Arkwright: Do I? This is one of our special double O's, we had some stolen from the storeroom last week.
- John Steed: Why would anyone want to steal them?
- Arkwright: Industrial sabotage, put the whole schedule a week behind.
- Receptionist: Exactly what kind of treasure can we obtain for you, Mr. ffitch?
- John Steed: [posing as Wayne Peddyfeather ffitch] That is not for your Botticelli ears.
- Old Lady: I'm collecting for the dog's home.
- John Steed: A very worthy cause, please come in.
- [leads her into his apartment]
- John Steed: Our four legged friends need all the help they can get. Now what will it be, bones or cash?
- Gregorie Auntie: [Steed hears a gun being cocked, manoeuvres in front of the Mona Lisa] Admiring the brushwork, Mr. ffitch?
- John Steed: I thought you were less likely to shoot me standing in front of a Da Vinci.
- John Steed: How right you are.
- Georgie Price-Jones: What's so special about this Mrs. Emma Peel? You'd think she was Madame Currie and half a dozen others all rolled into one.
- John Steed: Her vital statistics. Of the I.Q. variety. Hold that
- [hands over a roll of bandages]
- John Steed: She knows about cyphers, centered fuels, cybernetics and that's what's Ivanov is interested in.
- Georgie Price-Jones: Well it just so happens that I nearly passed through college, I was going to specialise in -
- John Steed: Excuse me...
- [places a band aid over her mouth]
- Emma Peel: [having finally escaped her oversized birdcage] And no cracks please about birds in gilded cages.
- John Steed: As if I would.
- Georgie Price-Jones: Are you alright? We've been so worried about you.
- John Steed: Oh, Mrs. Emma Peel, meet, eh... Mrs. Emma Peel...
- Emma Peel: [not particularly amused] How do you do?
- John Steed: I'm to deliver this to Mrs. Emma Peel.
- Georgie Price-Jones: Well, I'm Mrs. Emma Peel.
- John Steed: Eh, a friend of yours, John Steed send it.
- Georgie Price-Jones: Steed?
- John Steed: A small fat man with a gray moustache.
- Georgie Price-Jones: Oh, of course, now I remember.
- Gregorie Auntie: [a Russian has just won the Mona Lisa in Auntie's auction] I shall have it delivered to your hotel sir.
- Gregorie Auntie: [the man gives him a stern look] Oh, I beg your pardon, your submarine.