- John Steed: How much the bars weigh?
- Catherine Gale: Oh Steed, no ones ever going to ask me that!
- John Steed: You know what they'll ask?
- Catherine Gale: Four hundred troy ounces, and they measure six and three a quarter inches by three and a half by one and three quarter inches.
- John Steed: Value?
- Catherine Gale: 5000 pounds. And at Fort Knox there are eight hundred thousand of them weighing eight thousand eight hundred tons. Satisfied?
- John Steed: Yes.
- Catherine Gale: You're becoming a proper slave driver!
- John Steed: I got my whip upon on the kitchen table!
- Fleming: The bowler? Custom made, Hemmings and Pauls, St James. Beautifully blocked, not a penny under 10 guineas. The umbrella, Bolton and Sons, '63 model, slightly weighted handle, perfect balance, just right for a man of his height. And the suit? It's a dream. Cut by an artist. Possibly Drift Brothers., definitely Saville Row. 65 guineas 75.
- J.P. Spagge: Is he carrying a gun?
- Fleming: A gun? Heh. In a suit like that, Sir, he couldn't have carried another fountain pen.
- John Steed: [Steed grabs Fleming by the lapels and pulls him out of Spragge's wheelchair] You'll be in that chair permanently if you don't answer my questions.