Chief: [on public phone] General, this is the Chief of Control. I'm in Miami and I won't be able to get out because we're under twelve feet of snow.
General Christian: [on other line] Oh, that's bad.
Maxwell Smart: Let me talk to him, Chief.
Maxwell Smart: Hello General, this is Maxwell Smart. I'm stuck down here too.
General Christian: But that's good.
Agent 99: Are we alone on this assignment?
General Christian: Oh no, 99, every nation in the world is joining forces in order to do what must be done to stop this madman. Russia is standing by with nuclear submarines.
Colonel Quinton: Great Britain has offered us air cover.
Admiral Crichton: South America has offered the knowledge of it's top German scientists.
Colonel Quinton: And Israel is making sandwiches for the trip.
Agent Quigley: Say, eh, how do you stand all that heat in there?
Agent 44: [stationed inside a burning stove] I'm wearing Bermuda shorts.
Agent 99: What are our instructions?
Agent 44: [stationed inside a burning stove] You're to go to the bar, and order a beer. Then bring it back here, and I'll give you further instructions.
Siegfried: Look Smart, if you had to pick a disguise, why did you have to pick such a dopey looking one?
Agent Quigley: I'm not Smart from Control.
Siegfried: Then who are you?
Agent Quigley: I'm Dopey fr- I'm Quigley from Intelligence.
Starker: We're not going to kill them?
Siegfried: Mother Nature will do it for us.
Siegfried: We will slip away during the night...
Starker: Und when they wake up tomorrow morning...
Siegfried: They'll be dead.