Steed: Scientist… swordsman…to what do you owe your achievements?
Mrs.Peal: My father always wanted a boy.
Steed: I fail to see the connection.
Mrs.Peal: I thought you would… so did he.
Sir August de Winter: You will buy your weather from me! And by God you’ll pay for it.
Sir August de Wynter: “John Steed.” What a horse’s arse of a name.
Sir August de Winter: A man with an umbrella is expecting rain.
John Steed: A man without one is a fool.
John Steed: I say, this is all terribly formal. Must I go on calling you Dr. Peal?
Mrs.Peal: No no. Under the circumstances you may call me Mrs…Peal.