- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: Togetherness will solve all your problems Mrs. Peel.
- Emma Peel: I only have one, Mr. Lovejoy. Finding a suitable partner.
- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: We'll do our best. Now what are your requirements: age group, physical aspect? Just let me know what you want.
- Emma Peel: Well, he would have to be mature.
- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: Hmm.
- Emma Peel: A man of culture, and intelligence.
- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: [writing it down] Mature, cultured, intelligent.
- Emma Peel: With stamina.
- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: [long pause] Quite so, yes.
- John Steed: Help yourself to coffee.
- Emma Peel: Always the perfect host!
- John Steed: [Steed is graphing something on paper] Heh. Nine, ten... eleven!
- Emma Peel: Planning?
- John Steed: Plotting.
- Emma Peel: For your accountant? A museum of modern art?
- [traces a line on end of the graph downward with her finger]
- Emma Peel: Or could it be... your popularity poll?
- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: And I hope you'll both have all the happiness in the world.
- John Steed: [the bride throws her bouquet, Steed catches it in his bowler] Good luck.
- Mr. Adrian Lovejoy: I'll be quite frank with you, Mr. Steed. Some of our clients would make even Cupid lose hope.
- John Steed: All the same, we may find out tomorrow. They should have found me a suitable partner by then... the marriage bureau. Hm! Advanced scientific - they analyze your personality and then find you a compatible companion.
- Emma Peel: That must have set them a problem.
- John Steed: Eh?
- Emma Peel: Finding a match for you.
- John Steed: Why, I don't know. Educated, charming, cultured.
- Emma Peel: Ruthless, devious, scheming. Hm! Have to be quite a girl. A mixture of Lucrezia Borgia and... Joan of Arc.
- John Steed: Sounds like every girl I ever knew. By the way my dear, isn't it high time you thought of marrying again?
- [Emma spits up into her champagne glass]