- Crewe: This is my station.
- John Steed: Your station?
- Crewe: I bought it. I, well, I'm... I'm negotiating to buy it. Heh. Humble beginnings, but... one day... one day... a main-line station. Kings Cross; Waterloo: a terminus! Yes, that's what I set my heart on.
- Emma Peel: And who's his ladyfriend?
- John Steed: Auntie Maud.
- Emma Peel: Do you know her?
- John Steed: 'Maud', M.A.U.D. 'Microfilm And Unencyphered Documents', army issue pouch.
- Emma Peel: [Entering Steeds apartment, Emma nearly steps on a dead body] Steed, whoops! You really must have a word with that cleaning lady of yours.
- Admiral Cartney: [after finding two stacks of used railway tickets] London to Norborough, First Class return. Heh. Must be about a hundred of 'em. The Fellow must have had an obsession about railways.
- Emma Peel: And they're all punched through. See, the 'o' in Norborough is punched through.
- Admiral Cartney: Oh yes... and the hole's just about the size of a...
- Emma Peel: Self-respecting micro-dot. Makes sense. Salt fills in the 'o' with a micro-dot...
- Admiral Cartney: Ticket collector punches it out again...
- Emma Peel: And bingo, the message is passed on.
- Admiral Cartney: [a beat] To a ticket collector?
- Ticket Collector: Salt's camera had a film in it.
- Bride: Very practical place to keep a film, I'd say.
- Emma Peel: [clears throat] Diddly-dah... diddly-dum. Twiddly-dum. Twiddly, twiddly, twiddly, dah. blinkety-blink, blinkety-blink. Chaddily-dum, chaddily-dah. Boopity-boop.
- Ticket Collector: Ah, Mr. Steed.
- John Steed: Ah, Ticket Inspector.
- Ticket Collector: I had you brought here to witness the final phase.
- John Steed: That's very decent of you.
- Ticket Collector: It's for me really. Verging on megalomania, you might say. But eh, a coup is not a coup without someone to see.
- John Steed: Well I'm afraid I shan't be able to applaud.
- [Steed is handcuffed to a pipe hanging from the ceiling]
- Ticket Collector: The look in your eyes will be enough.
- Ticket Collector: Another five miles, Mr. Steed, and then...
- John Steed: Pop goes the diesel?
- Ticket Collector: Very droll!
- Ticket Collector: I am about to kill your Prime Minister.
- John Steed: Oh? How do you know which way I voted?