- John Steed: You stay there. Special experience to move without noise. Superior training. I can move like a cat... in carpet slippers.
- Emma Peel: [opens door to hotel room] What happened to pussy-footed pussy?
- John Steed: [comes into the room] Isn't it time you were in bed? You have to be up early for school tomorrow.
- Emma Peel: Would the winner come to the unsaddling enclosure?
- John Steed: [Steed finds Peel tied up with riding gear] All this is supposed to go on a horse, you know.
- John Steed: There's a whole army down here. And up top, they're still searching for us.
- Emma Peel: I feel like the filling in a club sandwich.
- John Steed: [during a friendly bout of fencing] We ought to get away... Down to the coast for a while.
- Emma Peel: We?
- [she turns round and Steeds slaps her on the behind with his sword]
- John Steed: [they resume their swordfight] Why not? We can build sandcastles together.
- Emma Peel: I refuse to carry your bucket and spade.
- Emma Peel: As for the sea breezes, well, I shall have to take a couple of reefs in my bedclothes tonight.
- John Steed: We must be prepared to make concessions, my dear. Back to nature!
- Emma Peel: Well, you might have warned me. I'd have packed my pot of woad.
- John Steed: [Mrs. Peel is practicing fencing moves] Not enough flexibility in the wrist... Weight on the wrong foot...
- John Steed: [she turns, her sword finds Steed's ribs] Friendly advice...
- 'Piggy' Warren: Ah, good evening, good evening. Sorry to have kept you waiting and welcome to the jolly old Gremlin. Well what'll it be, a jar or two of the jolly old splosh, what?
- [laughs heartily]
- John Steed: I'll have a large brandy, please. And how about you, Mrs... eh?
- Emma Peel: Peel. No thank you, I don't think I ought to.
- John Steed: Oh, come on, traveling companions and all that, we'll have one for the lady as well. And how about you, Mr. eh...
- Smallwood: Smallwood. I'll have the same, thank you very much.
- [chuckles]
- 'Piggy' Warren: Right. Three tots of Napoleon's ruin coming up.