- Miss Thirlwell: No music in your room, no male visitors. No nail varnish, no elaborate hairdo's, regulation stockings and in by ten o'clock every night. I'm glad to have you with us, Mrs. Peel. I hope you'll be happy here.
- Sir Horace Winslip: [having lunch with Steed aboard his indoor railway carriage] I wouldn't travel any other way, would you? Can't possibly enjoy a meal any other way. Brought up on trains, you know. My father made all his money out of trains. And now, if I attempt to eat a meal without the gentle rocking and the scenery flashing by, I get the most dreadful indigestion.
- [last lines]
- John Steed: Always felt I was cut out to be an engine driver. I was on the point of taking it up as a matter of fact.
- Emma Peel: Family objected?
- John Steed: Oh no, they were all for it. But I came to my senses just in time, there's no security, always on the move.
- Emma Peel: Oh, I don't know. At least it would've kept you to the straight and narrow.
- John Steed: Well, if there's anything you want, grapes, oranges, magazines, just get in touch with the Footplateman's friendly.
- Sager: Grapes.
- John Steed: Eh?
- Sager: [pointing gun at Steed] I'd like some grapes.
- John Steed: Desperate for them, I'd say...
- John Steed: [Emma enters Steed's flat] Don't move, got you in my sight.
- [fires toy gun]
- John Steed: Haha, gun that shoots around corners.
- Emma Peel: Second childhood?
- John Steed: Nephew's birthday.