- John Steed: No need to be frightened now, Miss Loxton. Look, why don't you make yourself comfortable? Take off your nose.
- John Steed: [Miss Loxton removes her clown nose] That's better.
- John Steed: [removes fake eyebrows, her hat, and wig] Now *that* is much better!
- Miranda Loxton: Are we staying?
- John Steed: Well can't think of anywhere safer. To my certain knowledge, there are only two people who know of it's existence.
- Miranda Loxton: And they won't talk?
- John Steed: Talk? Stincks, Wilkins and Feather de Georgia talk? They are sworn to the utmost secrecy on the solemn oath of last one-in's-a-ninny.
- John Steed: And what do you think you're doing?
- Miranda Loxton: My Rear Admiral. Up to the front of the line, I think.
- John Steed: But you can't do that...
- Miranda Loxton: Why not?
- John Steed: Well... it's simply not done. Rear Admiral, he stays at the rear. That's why he's called eh... Rear Admiral.
- Miranda Loxton: You had an uncle who's world Ludo champion?
- [Steed shakes his head]
- Miranda Loxton: An aunt?
- John Steed: Cousin Desmond.
- John Steed: Not Demon Desmond, the world Ludo champion?
- John Steed: Hm-hm. Desmond the Demon Diceloader.
- Miranda Loxton: Groovy, baby!
- John Steed: [showing Tara his family tree] Steed the Ready. He dominated three shires in the Dark Ages. And there: Sir Steed-a-lot.
- Tara King: One of the Knights of the Round table?
- John Steed: He invented the round table.