John Steed: Beautiful gun, Tara.
Tara King: It is, isn't it? My uncle had it made specially. Then he never used it.
John Steed: [amused] Why not?
Tara King: Oh, the young man married my cousin of his own free will.
Circe Bishop: Oh, I always use my left hand when I meet people. It confuses them. I think the white walls are very nice, though.
Fenton Grenville: Circe works very hard at being a character. Don't you, Circe my dear?
Fenton Grenville: Ah, coffee.
Gilbert Sexton: It's awful.
Fenton Grenville: [adressing the Bassetts] Will you join me?
Bill Bassett: How long is this going on?
Fenton Grenville: I don't think they want any coffee.
Gilbert Sexton: Well I don't blame them, it's awful.
Circe Bishop: You shouldn't have won that bet.
John Steed: I'm a bad loser.
Circe Bishop: [giggles] Do you think I'm pretty? I think I am. I think I could be very pretty.
John Steed: Who am I to argue with a lady?
Circe Bishop: I'm not a lady. That's why I was expelled from medical school.
Fenton Grenville: Well, our little wager should be settled quite soon now, Mr. Steed.
John Steed: Well one of us has to be wrong.
Fenton Grenville: May the best man win.
John Steed: Thank you, I intend to.
Fenton Grenville: These are radio detonated phosphor bombs. They're a triumph of miniaturisation. Circe developed them and a method of using them. She really is terribly clever.
Circe Bishop: Yes I am. I'm terribly clever. I've got an IQ of, of... hm, well I've forgotten but it's terribly high. It's nice to be nearly a genius when you're as pretty as I am.