Bailey: Oh, fuck.
Sir August de Winter: You will buy your weather from me! And by God you'll pay for it.
Emma Peel: I suppose Mother warned you about women like me?
John Steed: Until now, I didn't know there were women like you.
Sir August de Wynter: Take India. You can have a good 10 inches overnight, there.
John Steed: So much for science, I'll stick to swordplay.
Sir August de Wynter: "John Steed." What a horse's arse of a name.
Emma Peel: How now, brown cow.
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.
Mother: Nothing is impossible, Father, I often think of 6 impossible things before breakfast.
John Steed: Mrs. Peel, you're needed.
John Steed: Oh, just one thing.
Emma Peel: Good luck?
John Steed: Something like that.
Sir August de Wynter: Nothing is impossible, only mathematically improbable.
Sir August de Wynter: Weather is no longer in God's hands but in mine.
