- Tara King: There really is nothing like a ride in the country.
- John Steed: Ha ha! Blow away the cobwebs.
- Tara King: Breaks routine.
- John Steed: Commune with nature.
- Tara King: Hair streaming in the wind.
- John Steed: And that's not the only thing that's in the wind.
- Tara King: What else?
- John Steed: Trouble.
- Tara King: Steed, I knew you were holding back on me.
- Maidwell: How much may I put you down for, sir? A quire? Two quires? A ream?
- John Steed: At the very least.
- Butler: Would you have the goodness to remove your coat and roll up your shirt sleeve, sir?
- John Steed: What, fisticuffs?
- Butler: No, anti-biotic injection. Colonel's orders.
- Colonel Maurice Timothy: And what are we looking for?
- John Steed: A tall, attractive brunette.
- Colonel Maurice Timothy: Who isn't?