Henrietta: To bring men to heel and put woman at the pinnacle of power. Ruination to all men.
Barton: [pushes button on intercom] Miss Purbright?
Elizabeth 'Liz' Purbright: [in adjoining room] Yes, Mr. Barton?
Barton: I'm going through these lawyer's returns. Do you know I can't make head or tail of them?
Elizabeth 'Liz' Purbright: That's my new filing system, Mr. Barton.
Barton: [not amused] Oh is it. Then perhaps you'd be kind enough to come in here and explain it to me!
Henrietta: Finlay has a reputation as a woman chaser. Let's hope he will take to you, my dear.
Sara Penney: He will. I'll make sure of that.
J.J. Hooter: [after removing his nose protector] There you see the splendid beast. Naked before you.
Emma Peel: Hm. It very a... handy.
J.J. Hooter: But what until you see him in action, Mrs. Peel. Wait until you see him twitch and flare.
Sara Penney: Where do I sit?
John Steed: Sit?
John Steed: [a polite nod from Penny] Oh yes, sit!
[straightens up in his chair and slaps his thighs]
John Steed: Here would be delightfully informal.
Emma Peel: It's all this secretarial business. I got cramp in my glutils and my dorsals were definitely dormant.
John Steed: [Steed has hit Emma's bumper with his Bentley] I'm most terribly sorry, Miss.
John Steed: I just wanted a word with you.
Emma Peel: [shouts] Are you blind?
Emma Peel: Couldn't you have phoned?
John Steed: [quietly] And risk a wire tap?
John Steed: My foot missed the brake.
John Steed: Henrietta's been dead for years, just seen the gravestone, it's all extremely odd.
John Steed: Well, no harm done.
Emma Peel: [louder still] No harm? There ought to be a law against these things.
John Steed: [quietly] How are you getting on?
Emma Peel: Not to well, progressing.
Emma Peel: Watch your driving in future!
John Steed: [whispering] And you watch your step.
John Steed: [to Miss Penney] Terrible weather. And nothing between you and the weather, but leather.
Henrietta: Well, this sets us a problem. We've never had to kill a woman before. Never one of our own kind.