- John Steed: After all, according to your file, you're a psychopathic personality with schizophrenic delusions, suffering from recurring amnesia based on traumatic repression leading to outbursts of antisocial and violent behavior. Knight to king seven. Check.
- Emma Peel: Is that really what you think of me?
- John Steed: Well... just my type, Mrs. Peel.
- Alice: He says unless we accept his demands, the weather will keep getting colder and colder until we'll all have to go to hell just to warm up.
- Father: Hello, Mrs. Peel, welcome back to The Ministry. Now we're going to have a talk.
- Emma Peel: About the weather, how topical!
- Father: It'll help pass the time.
- Emma Peel: Time would pass anyway if you think about it logically! But then so few do think logically, or even anti-logically. Clockwise or anti-clockwise, tick-toc, toc-tick, see-saw, Margery Daw. It amounts to the same thing! After all how do you know I'm the real Mrs Peel?
- Father: How real do you feel, Mrs. Peel?
- Emma Peel: I'll repeat the question, bypassing the weather, which, no doubt, being British, we'll return to in a moment. Do I walk like Mrs Peel, talk like Mrs Peel? Am I witty, wise, wonderful to know? Or, do I go around shooting Ministry agents, attempting to rule the world on my days off?
- Father: Now you're just playing games!
- Emma Peel: I suppose Mother warned you about women like me?
- John Steed: Until now, I didn't know there were women like you.
- Techinian: [first lines - after negotiating gauntlet] Well done, Steed.
- John Steed: My pleasure.
- John Steed: But the nuns were a surprise.
- Techinian: We try.
- Sir August de Winter: A man with an umbrella is a man praying for rain.
- John Steed: And a man without one is a fool.
- [last lines]
- Mother: [raising champagne glass] A toast; to a job well done.
- Emma Peel: To a narrow escape.
- Mother: Macaroon?
- Emma Peel: [shaking her head to Mother,] Thank you, Steed.
- John Steed: No, no. Thank you, Mrs. Peel.
- [All drink champagne as camera zooms off roof top]