- John Steed: This is a rare treat! Bumblebees jellied, made in Japan!
- Catherine Gale: Splendid.
- John Steed: If there's one place they know how to jelly a bumblebee, it's good ol' Nippon!
- John Steed: Where are my jellied bumblebees?
- Catherine Gale: I ate them.
- John Steed: You did?
- Catherine Gale: Well that's what you gave me them for wasn't it?
- John Steed: How could you?
- Catherine Gale: They were delicious. I thought they were supposed to be one of your favorites.
- John Steed: Certainly not! Huh! You never know with the Orient, they might have, ah, jellied the sting.
- John Steed: [about to leave on a trip to New York] Send you a postcard?
- Catherine Gale: Put a stamp on it, this time!
- John Steed: Now the inventor's royalties alone could amount to, wow, a million pounds!
- Mrs. Renter: But I already have a million.
- John Steed: I'm sure another one wouldn't be in the way, huh?
- Mrs. Renter: Well, I'm not so sure. What with death duties, being rich hardly seems worthwhile.
- Daphne Madden: [handing Steed a brandy] I think you'll like this one. It's a five star Napoleon.
- John Steed: Huh, I'm quite sure I shall. Thank you, cheers.
- [takes a sip]
- Daphne Madden: Are you a burglar?
- John Steed: Eh, well not exactly professionally, you know, Mrs. Renton and I were going through some papers.