- J. W. Martin: I'm afraid they're GONN.
- John Steed: Gone? Gone where?
- J. W. Martin: No, GONN. G.O.N.N. Guild of Noble Nannies.
- Mr. Goat: I can guess why you're here.
- John Steed: You can?
- Mr. Goat: An aura of proud fatherhood surrounds you.
- John Steed: Oh...
- Mr. Goat: My warmest congratulations and welcome to the Guild of Noble Nannys.
- [they shake hands]
- Gordon: Who's playing ball this time?
- Miss Lister: The noble knight.
- Gordon: Ah, Georgie Peorgie pudding and pie.
- Emma Peel: Trying to reach top C?
- John Steed: Target practice. I always endulge myself.
- Emma Peel: Well, it looks like it went with a bang...
- John Steed: Definitely, somebody sent me a surprise package.
- Emma Peel: You'd better hurry.
- John Steed: Why?
- John Steed: Haven't you noticed? As soon as we discover someone who can supply the answer...
- John Steed: Someone always...
- Emma Peel: Gets to them first.
- John Steed: Ha, ha!