- Emma Peel: What nasty situation have you got in store for me this time, hm? You have your own built in early warning system, you know. A certain look in the eye, roses...
- [thinks]
- Emma Peel: Roses...
- John Steed: Roses?
- Emma Peel: Roses. Ah!
- [hits him on the nose with a rose]
- Emma Peel: The missing horticulturists. Bullseye.
- John Steed: [after equiping Mrs. Peel with a deaf aid] Yeah, well, don't lose it, will you?
- Emma Peel: Why not? The plant's only man-eating.
- Sir Lyle Petersen: Do you, eh, drink brandy, Mr. Steed?
- John Steed: If you mean 'am I accustomed to drinking brandy', Sir Lyle, the answer is yes. if you mean 'would I like one now', the answer is also yes.
- Sir Lyle Petersen: Good.
- John Steed: What on Earth's that?
- Wing Commander Davies: Looks like some sort of mad octopus.
- John Steed: Well, what was it doing up in the cosmos?
- Doctor Cynthia Sheldon: This was a man-eating plant. If it had germinated, it whould have required us just as much as we require green vegetables.