- Gorky: I warn you, Steed. Old Gorky makes an ugly enemy.
- John Steed: Frankly, Old Gorky would make an equally ugly friend.
- [Street has just "rescued" Tara from Baron Von Orlak who has been torturing her for information]
- Tara King: I don't know who you are, sir, but thank you very much. A few more minutes of that and I would have told them everything they wanted to know.
- Sidney Street: Mmm. Now, madam, tell me!
- John Steed: Who's your, ehm... I mean who was your master?
- Zoltan: He wished to remain anonymous.
- John Steed: Did I know him?
- Zoltan: He wished to remain anonymous.
- John Steed: But surely you can give me...
- Zoltan: Anonymous!
- Tara King: I can't stay, I've just dropped in to have a drink between parties.
- John Steed: Between parties?
- Tara King: Yes, I've come from one, got another four to go to.
- John Steed: I thought you didn't like parties?
- Tara King: No I don't, really, that's why I'm trying to get them all into one evening.
- John Steed: It's for my nephew's tenth birthday.
- Tara King: Oh, when's that?
- John Steed: Three years ago.
- Oppenheimer: [posing as Dr. Winter] What symptoms did he exabit before he collapsed?
- John Steed: Don't the bullet holes in his coat give you the teeniest clue?
- Baron Von Orlak: And now, my dear fraulein King, to business. Last night you came here with a certain article. I sent my man Gregor to... relieve you of it. As he has not returned, I must assume he has failed.
- Tara King: He's dead.
- Baron Von Orlak: A very feeble excuse for failure.
- Sidney Street: Like the perfume of some rare and exotic blossom comes the sweet smell of succes.
- Humbert Green: Sidney...
- Sidney Street: Victory is near. We have but to reach out and grasp it. To take that delicate blossom in our hands and crush it's petals to inhale the perfume of triumph!