- John Steed: You should take up motor racing.
- Mike Gambit: I did. Le Mans, Spa, Montzen, Daytona... I crashed at them all.
- John Steed: Pity I have to go look for a fat man. I had something altogether thinner in mind.
- [glances out the window at his latest girlfriend and horse]
- Hong Kong Harry: That's all I know, Steed, I promise. I, I swear to you on my mother's grave.
- John Steed: Harry, you couldn't even find your mother's grave. You sold it for development years ago.
- Mike Gambit: The man that shot our fat -
- [corrects himself]
- Mike Gambit: thin friend, I found that on him.
- [hands Steeds a party invitation]
- John Steed: What happened to him?
- Purdey: He sort of fell for me.
- Mike Gambit: From a great hight.
- John Steed: Hm.
- Mike Gambit: Just hm?
- John Steed: Or if you prefer, hm hm.
- Mike Gambit: Two hm's?
- Purdey: Must be better than one hm.
- [hands Gambit a drink]
- John Steed: Now is the time for all good men...
- [hands the invitation back to Gambit]
- Mike Gambit: [Purdey takes Gambits drink so his hand is free to receive back the card] To come to the aid of the party.
- [Hong Kong Harry sighs loudly]
- Doctor: Our tests are only preliminary, you understand, but so far it appears these people died of typhus, typhoid, malaria, pneumonia, smallpox, blackwater fever and beriberi. Yes Mr. Gambit, they died of everything.
- Sing: Thank you again, Mr. Steed. May you have the blessing of many sons.
- John Steed: Well due to the fact that I'm not married, many sons might prove rather an embarrassment. Of course you were prepared to become personally involved in the event?
- John Steed: If you're thinking of bestowing a reward, your highness, eh... could you possibly make it three?