- John Steed: What a dirty cassock!
- [Steed unwraps cassock and discovers a doll]
- John Steed: A doll!
- Catherine Gale: Hey, may I see?
- [takes doll]
- Catherine Gale: It's a Simon and Halbig.
- John Steed: Eh?
- Catherine Gale: Simon and Halbig. They're the makers. It's a German doll about... hm, 1890 I'd say.
- John Steed: You're very knowledgeable you know, Mrs. Gale.
- Catherine Gale: I used to collect them. Head's a bit loose though, needs re-stringing.
- John Steed: Oh, poor girl.
- [taps the dolls head]
- Catherine Gale: It's a tricky job, not many people can do it these days.
- John Steed: I wonder what the Reverend Hardbottle was doing with a doll?
- Catherine Gale: Temporal comfort.
- John Steed: Hm. No, he's got his hot waterbottle for that.
- Bishop of Winnipeg: Ah, well, I know about the Dean. He was delayed in Sydney two days ago, for a funeral.
- Sister Johnson: A funeral?
- Bishop of Winnipeg: Unfortunately, it was his own.
- John Steed: To my close friends, I'm known as "Johnny, the Horse"
- Harry, aka Archdeacon of Bangkok: Get away.
- Catherine Gale: How did you know where to find me?
- Fingers, aka The Frog, Vicar of Tawomba: Followed you home from school last night.
- Catherine Gale: You didn't carry my books for me.
- Fingers, aka The Frog, Vicar of Tawomba: Heh, heh, heh.
- Catherine Gale: You're hardly in a position to complain after the mess your husband made of my flat.
- Gerda: I apologize for that, he's rather clumsy at times.
- Sister Johnson: I don't like this, Bishop. I didn't trust Steed from the moment he arrived.
- Bishop of Winnipeg: But he's been checked. I got a telegram back from Africa an hour ago. He has a record going back to when he was nine years old. In fact, he seems a better man than Harbottle.