- Mrs. Curtis: [Drake's in Archer's house -'his plan of getting Archer on British soil, falling apart. Archer's turned the table in Drake; 2 Arab men - 'journalists', as he tells his wife - have begin to torture Drake, just as Mrs Archer, along with Miss Curtis, and Harris, of her theatre group, have entree into a very awkward situation. She pecks Edmund on his cheek, and sees Drake, and rushes across the room to greet him, as well] Oh, Mr Drake. Well, how are you, Mr Drake?
- John Drake: [Drake smiles, and *whispers* loudly, for anyone to hear, in an effort to make light of a very serious, and deadly situation] Delighted to see you.
- Mrs. Curtis: You almost make Mer believe you