Varnals : The ministry told me to expect you, Steed, but they gave me no instructions about you, Mrs. Peel.
John Steed : Perhaps they wanted to put your innitiative to the test. Not to worry, I'll be responsible for Mata Hari.
Varnals : Just the same, I think I should ring the minister to insure -
John Steed : It won't do you any good, old boy, he'll be on the golf course by now.
Varnals : Well, the junior minister then.
John Steed : Out for his early morning ride.
Varnals : Well, the senior secretary.
John Steed : Oh, you'll get him alright, but we must take this situation serously...
John Steed : Have you seen Cullen?
Leonard Martin Pasold : Seen, signed and delivered.
John Steed : Cheers.
[holds up glass]
John Steed : You've beat me to it by a day. I had a message from my New York office late last night: sign Cullen. But you got there first. Kidnapped. Right under my nose.
Leonard Martin Pasold : That's how the prune wrinkles.
John Steed : [to Pasold] Fascinating game, chess. Pitting of wits, strategy, point counterpoint, rather like war. What's your interest in Dr. Cullen?