- John Steed: I once shot a bull-elephant myself.
- Tropical Outfitter: Really? What did you use?
- John Steed: F8 at 500 for a second and a small roll of film.
- Professor Swain: I am sorry, Mrs. Peel, there's nothing more I can do. I have diagnosed the sickness, I do not hold a cure. He sleeps the sleep of the living dead. There's no awakening him, not by any means I have at my command.
- Emma Peel: But surely there must be something?
- Professor Swain: I am sorry, Mrs. Peel.
- Emma Peel: Professor Swain, we're not living in a primitive jungle, this is Hertfortshire, England.
- John Steed: [a second man has been struck down by the mysterious sleeping sickness] Well, I've heard of forty winks, but this is ridiculous.
- John Steed: Had a spot of bother with the natives. A full blown savage with a very unfriendly disposition.
- Emma Peel: Oh come now, Steed.
- John Steed: It's the truth, he was wearing war paint. Sacrificial knife, the lot. He practically ruined my bowler hat.
- [hands hat to Emma]
- John Steed: Didn't do this must good either.
- [indicating a folder of papers]
- Emma Peel: What's missing?
- John Steed: Colonel Rawling's file. Fortunately he overlooked my cucumber sandwiches.
- Emma Peel: Oh, good.
- Emma Peel: [takes a sandwich from Steed and then a bite] Hmm.
- John Steed: [has a nibble as well] Hmm.
- John Steed: [to Trent] I'll show you my gratitude; if I hear of anyone being pestered by a bull-elephant I'll let you know, alright?
- Simon Trent: A drink for you, Colonel?
- Colonel Rawlings: Well, yes, I'm as dry as a bone.
- Simon Trent: [to Steed] Major?
- Colonel Rawlings: Ah, it's on my mess bill. What's your tipple?
- John Steed: A brandy, sir.
- Colonel Rawlings: In this heat? You'll lacerate your liver! Aah! Keep it long and cool.
- John Steed: With a touch of soda.
- [the Colonel slaps Steed on the shoulder]
- Emma Peel: [picking up a metal carrying case] What's in this, anyway? the crown jewels?
- John Steed: Creepy, crawly germ laden flies. Let's get back to the old country.
- Colonel Rawlings: Ah, doing a spot of hunting, eh? Bring back a big 'un.
- Simon Trent: [going after Steed and Peel] I'll bring back a couple, Colonel.
- Colonel Rawlings: Well grab 'em young if you can, the last lot were as tough as old boots! I like something a bit tender, something I can get my teeth into.