- John Harvey: Do you like wine, Mrs. Peel?
- Emma Peel: In moderation.
- John Harvey: [small laugh] I was referring to your interest, not your capacity.
- Emma Peel: So was I.
- Emma Peel: What do you make of the Boardmans?
- John Steed: Him: bluff, concervative, die-hard traditional.
- Emma Peel: Square.
- John Steed: Exactly.
- Emma Peel: And her?
- John Steed: Attractive, intelligent, expensive.
- Emma Peel: Cold as ice.
- John Steed: And promiscuous.
- Emma Peel: Promiscuous?
- John Steed: Beyond that my lips are sealed. A true gentleman doesn't, eh...
- Emma Peel: A true gentleman doesn't know of a lady's promiscuity.
- John Steed: [murmuring over Mrs. Peel's shoulder during a private wine-tasting] Agreeable, well-rounded, a little on the flinty side.
- Frederick Yuill: Eh, can I offer you some Sherry and...
- John Steed: Sherry and Bisquits? Thank you.
- Frederick Yuill: [pushes button on intercom] Suzanne, send Myers in with some Sherry and Bisquits.
- John Steed: What's the Blue Chip Special when it's at home?
- Waiter: Oh, that's one layer of delicious prawns, one of scrambled eggs, mayonaise and lightly toasted rye bread. I can recommend it, sir.
- John Steed: Splendid, at least one of us will enjoy it.
- John Harvey: Eh, Mrs. Peel is another client of us, from... Barbados.
- John Steed: Recently?
- Emma Peel: I arrived last week.
- John Steed: You surprise me.
- Emma Peel: Why is that?
- John Steed: So little tan.
- Emma Peel: Ah... The rainy season.
- John Steed: Of course.
- Emma Peel: [referring to Steed's watch] That's new.
- John Steed: Legacy from my uncle.
- Emma Peel: Pitty it's dented.
- John Steed: Battle of the Somme, 1916.
- Emma Peel: German bullet?
- John Steed: Canadian mule.
- John Harvey: Do you know we still judge a man as to whether his credit risk is good or not by the colour of his socks?
- John Steed: [as waiter serves his drink] No ice?
- Waiter: House rules, sir.
- John Steed: Really?
- Waiter: Yes, a dealer from Wall Street once asked for a bourbon "on the rocks". Two brokers dropped dead on the spot.
- John Steed: [passing her a glass of wine] There, my dear. Well?
- Emma Peel: [after tasting] A claret with unusual body.
- John Steed: Where?
- Emma Peel: The Bordeaux district.
- John Steed: [approvingly] Mmm hmm.
- Emma Peel: [thoughtfully] Umm, the little village of Saint Perrion, so it would be from the de Villiers vineyard. A Merrieau Saint Claire. 1930 would... not be the year. 1931.
- John Steed: [astonished] Fantastic, Mrs. Peel! Nose or palate?
- Emma Peel: Uh-uh. Eyes. I read the label.
- John Steed: [both laughing] A votre sante'.