The Avengers (1998)
Sir August de Wynter: Take India. You can have a good 10 inches overnight, there.
Sir August de Wynter: Nothing is impossible, only mathematically improbable.
Sir August de Wynter: "John Steed." What a horse's arse of a name.
Sir August de Winter: You will buy your weather from me! And by God you'll pay for it.
Sir August de Winter: A man with an umbrella is a man praying for rain.
John Steed: And a man without one is a fool.
John Steed: Oh, just one thing...
Emma Peel: Good luck?
John Steed: Something like that.
John Steed: After all, according to your file, you're a psychopathic personality with schizophrenic delusions, suffering from recurring amnesia based on traumatic repression leading to outbursts of antisocial and violent behavior. Knight to king seven. Check.
Emma Peel: Is that really what you think of me?
John Steed: Well... just my type, Mrs. Peel.
Father: Hello, Mrs. Peel, welcome back to The Ministry. Now we're going to have a talk.
Emma Peel: About the weather, how topical!
Father: It'll help pass the time.
Emma Peel: Time would pass anyway if you think about it logically! But then so few do think logically, or even anti-logically. Clockwise or anti-clockwise, tick-toc, toc-tick, see-saw, Margery Daw. It amounts to the same thing! After all how do you know I'm the real Mrs Peel?
Father: How real do you feel, Mrs. Peel?
Emma Peel: I'll repeat the question, bypassing the weather, which, no doubt, being British, we'll return to in a moment. Do I walk like Mrs Peel, talk like Mrs Peel? Am I witty, wise, wonderful to know? Or, do I go around shooting Ministry agents, attempting to rule the world on my days off?
Father: Now you're just playing games!
Emma Peel: I suppose Mother warned you about women like me?
John Steed: Until now, I didn't know there were women like you.
Mother: [raising champagne glass] A toast; to a job well done.
Emma Peel: To a narrow escape.
Emma Peel: [shaking her head to Mother,] Thank you, Steed.
John Steed: No, no. Thank you, Mrs. Peel.
[All drink champagne as camera zooms off roof top]
Alice: [holding a submachine gun, to Steed and Emma Peel] Would you please be so kind as to hit the ground, if it's not too much trouble?
[Fires submachine gun, kills the bad guy]
Alice: I hope he was a baddie.
Alice: He says unless we accept his demands, the weather will keep getting colder and colder until we'll all have to go to hell just to warm up.
Sir August de Wynter: [addressing the world leaders] Now is the winter of your discontent!
Techinian: [first lines - after negotiating gauntlet] Well done, Steed.
John Steed: My pleasure.
John Steed: But the nuns were a surprise.
Techinian: We try.
Mother: Nothing is impossible, Father, I often think of 6 impossible things before breakfast.
Emma Peel: [confronted with wiring panel] Was it red or black? Here goes, eeny, meeny, miney...