- Mr. Teddy Bear: Do you mind if I am absolutely frank with you, Mrs. Gale? I killed my first man when I was sixteen years old. There was no doubt about him, he died and he deserved to die. The issues were clear. These days, there is getting to be more and more doubt. Which brings us to where we are now. You must know why you are here.
- Catherine Gale: To hear the story of your life, apparently.
- Catherine Gale: You have a surprising faith in gentlemen's agreements, Mr. Teddy Bear. But perhaps you've noticed, I'm not a gentleman.
- Mr. Teddy Bear: Oh, I have noticed, eh, with approval.
- John Steed: Oh, I remember him, he was the lad who liked souvenirs, wasn't he? He had an American hand grenade turned into a table lighter. When he picked it up one evening to light a cigar, found that someone had turned it back into a live genade again.
- John Steed: What it comes to, is this, then: you saw no one, he probably wasn't even in the same building. He spoke to you through a Teddy Bear doll, he inspected you through a closed circuit television link. It wasn't his true voice, cause he presumably fed it through a rack of stuff like that, and you brought back with you a cigarette case which may or may nog have prints on it, which in return, may or may not be his.
- Catherine Gale: [slightly annoyed] You, of course, would have done a good deal better.
- John Steed: Eh, probably.
- One-Ten: I've had the squad go over your car, no booby traps.
- John Steed: Ah, I told you, he's a gentleman. Heh, never lay a finger on a Rolls.