- The Prisoner: Good morning, Warden. Uh, I'm in 20 years today. It's me anniversary.
- The Warden: Anniversary? Egads, it's our wedding anniversary. Gotta get my wife a present.
- The Warden: Happy Anniversary Dear.
- The Wardens wife: Oh George its just beautiful. It's just what I always wanted. A television set.
- The Prisoner: 6,500,004,385,632.
- [verbally pronounced as six trillion, five hundred billion, four million, three-hundred eighty-five thousand, six hundred and thirty-two]
- The Prisoner: [quantity of spoonfuls of dirt, prison Dog, Spike counted in the 20-year attempted escape]
- The Warden: Now it's time for the races.
- [Spike quickly grabs a watering can and pours it in front of the screen to make it look like it's raining, then holds up a sign saying "RACES CALLED! RAIN!"]
- The Prisoner: [sad] Good morning Warden.
- The Warden: Cheer up boy you only got 500 years to go.
- [quiclky laughs after speaking]
- The Prisoner: Its 500 yards you mean!
- The Warden: Now for some boxing.
- [Spike is shown in the TV set dressed as a boxer punching himself and then knocks himself out]
- The Prisoner: [Spike now dressed as a referee starts the 10 count] 2, 4, 6, 8, 10 YOU'RE OUT!