John Steed: Are you sure this is just lemonade, Purdey?
Purdey: Well it looked a bit sad so I added a dash of vodka to cheer it up.
Mike Gambit: Oh well, in that case.
[takes a sip. It makes his voice horse for a few moments]
Mike Gambit: Not bad. You've invented a new drink. Vodka and fizzy lemonade.
Purdey: And bitters.
John Steed: To cheer up the vodka.
John Steed: No, to cheer up the gin.
Mike Gambit: Persuade aid?
Purdey: Sounds a bit medical.
John Steed: A purdka!
Mike Gambit: Right, yes. Have a purdka.
John Steed: Now Purdey, the only thing that can't be replaced is the love and life of an old friend. And if the Chinese didn't say that, they damn well ought to have done.
Mark Crayford: You're trash... But I've worked with trash before, I've made trash work for me. I've controlled it, directed it, lived with it for so long it sticks in my nostrils.
John Steed: I have a motto about women: always leave them laughing.
John Steed: [to Purdey] You check the files, I'll check my memories.
Mike Gambit: This Victor Ludorum, is there a runner up?
Penny Redfern: Hm, I don't know, sports isn't my line.
Mike Gambit: Don't say that, I couldn't take two disappointments in one day.
Purdey: [Steed has survived an attempt on his life] Remarkably lucky. Then you weren't born, were you, Steed? You were found under a four leaf clover.
Mike Gambit: [to Penny] I don't think we know each other well enough for you to dress my more eh, serious wound... yet.
Mark Crayford: [baiting Steed through speaker] I want you to die by inches, Steed. By minutes, seconds.
Mark Crayford: Like me.