- Purdey: [a waiter has brought Steed a telephone in a restaurant] That'll ruin your indigestion, Steed.
- John Steed: I'm not going to eat it, I'm just going to make a call.
- Purdey: [Steed is having no luck on the telephone] Is he not answering?
- Mike Gambit: You can borrow my little black book.
- Purdey: Steed doesn't need a little black book. What little black book?
- Mike Gambit: A slim volume of hints for growing boys.
- Mike Gambit: I'm not into pajamas myself...
- [opens a closet full of unopened pajamas]
- Mike Gambit: But I have an aunt who thinks I should be.
- [hands one over to Steed]
- Mike Gambit: Every birthday I, eh, get a new pair.
- John Steed: They are red. It's George the hotel porter. He must have got me a hundred cabs in his time. I never knew he wore red socks.