- John Steed: [Steed is carefully inspecting Emma's box of chocolates as if it were a bomb] Whatever you do, don't touch the wrapped ones.
- Emma Peel: Why not?
- John Steed: 'Cause I like them.
- [he unwraps one and eats it]
- Emma Peel: What have we got, so far?
- John Steed: Two black roses, three corpses...
- Emma Peel: [shouting from off screen] Four white feathers...
- John Steed: And a partridge in a pear tree.
- Emma Peel: I'm Mrs. Emma Peel, from Willis and Ferguson's. Auctioneers, valuers, specialists in probate.
- Major Robertson: Oh yes, do come in. I was told to expect you.
- [they shake hands]
- Major Robertson: Eh, forgive me, frankly, I was expecting a dusty old man leaning heavily on a gnarled stick.
- Emma Peel: I hope you're not disappointed?
- Major Robertson: On the contrary.
- John Steed: Had you known General Groves long?
- Major Robertson: Since I was a cadet at Sandhurst. I've served under every general you've heard of, and a few you haven't. Not one was his equal.
- John Steed: You might be biased...
- Major Robertson: Of course I'm biased. He had the humanity of Caesar... tenacity of Wellington... and the brilliance of Napoleon.
- John Steed: Good company.
- Major Robertson: The best.