- Purdey: [running a computer programme] You wouldn't believe how many permitations there are of possible links between 47 people.
- Mike Gambit: Roughly 47 multiplied by known variables to the power of 6.
- Purdey: Gambit, I didn't know you've read mathematics?
- Mike Gambit: I haven't. I do the football pools.
- Purdey: [reading aloud a list of statistics] 25 of them went to Oxford.
- Mike Gambit: Ah!
- Purdey: 23 of them went to Cambridge.
- Mike Gambit: Oh...
- Purdey: One of them went to both.
- Mike Gambit: He must have been schizoid on boat race day.
- Mike Gambit: Dead?
- John Steed: Dead.
- Mike Gambit: Natural causes?
- John Steed: Natural causes.
- Mike Gambit: Well, there goes my number one suspect for sleeper of the century.
- John Steed: There goes one of the best friends I ever had...
- John Steed: [reading a card] Health farm?
- Simon Carter: [embarrassed smile] Coldstreams idea. Things I'm over doing it. A health farm. I'm going there tonight.
- John Steed: No your not. You're not going.
- Simon Carter: [Carter looks surprised] But you are, but you're not.
- Wendy: We're here to take care of you.
- John Steed: You're quite right. I do need care. Special, personal care.
- Cindy: Just a teeny injection.
- Pam: To help you relax.
- John Steed: I need relaxation.
- Wendy: Exactly.
- [administers injection]
- Mike Gambit: [Gambit has his hands raised for Jane is aiming a gun at him] Jane, do you mind if I make a suggestion?
- Jane: Go ahead.
- Mike Gambit: Why not have dinner with me tomorrow night?
- [starts to lower arms but Jane quickly indicates him to keep his arms raised]
- Purdey: Anyway, what's wrong with tall women?
- Mike Gambit: Nothing. Except you never know what you're getting up to.
- [raises eyebrows]
- Mike Gambit: If they are dead, so are you.
- [aims pistol at close range]
- Coldstream: In cold blood? Oh, come on...
- Mike Gambit: In hot blood, Coldstream. There's Irish on my granny's side.