- Angus De'ath: Nice morning.
- Ian De'ath: How would you know? Twentyseven minutes past eight, it's nearly lunch time.
- Emma Peel: Your cousin has hired my company as consultants.
- Ian De'ath: What company would that be?
- Emma Peel: Aborcashaata.
- Ian De'ath: Aborca what?
- Emma Peel: It's the Advisory Bureau on Refurbishing Castles and Stately Homes as a Tourist Attraction.
- Ian De'ath: You damned fool, Angus, you could have killed somebody!
- Angus De'ath: Aye, but I didn't, did I?
- Emma Peel: So what's your next trick, splitting an apple on this gentleman's head?
- Angus De'ath: Hm. You must be Mrs. Peel. Welcom to Castle De'ath.
- Emma Peel: Thank you. I've already tripped over the matt.
- John Steed: Was there a rack down there?
- [Mrs. Peel nods]
- John Steed: In good racking order?
- Emma Peel: I didn't have time to find out. Shouldn't be at all surprised.
- Emma Peel: [about Black Jamie, who was walled up the East tower of Castle De'ath] Well, he can't do much harm, I mean not walled up.
- John Steed: Mrs. Peel, the first thing a ghost learns is to walk through walls. That's a fundimental part of any self-respecting spirit's basic training.
- Angus De'ath: This is the banqueting hall, and here's the table round which the clan used to gather in the old days.
- Emma Peel: And nowadays?
- Angus De'ath: Just Ian and me.
- Emma Peel: Passing the salt must be a bit tricky.