Mrs. Slocombe: [removes her gas mask] What about this fog! My pussy's been gasping all night.
Mr. Humphries: [deep voice] Menswear.
Mr. Grainger: Don't worry if the sleeves are too long, you'll find they'll ride up with wear.
Miss Brahms: Well if England's a such good country you've cracked it up to be. How come then we've got strikes & inflation. Mmm? So what's so good about England then?
Captain Peacock: I shall tell you what is so good about England Miss Brahms. It is the only country in the world that isn't semi-detached.
[referring to Miss Brahms's house]
Mrs. Slocombe: ...and I am unanimous in this!
[Captain Peacock beckons to Mrs Slocombe]
Mrs. Slocombe: Captain Peacock, I do not respond to any man's finger.
[about a suggestion in the suggestion box]
Captain Peacock: This one is unsigned, and suggests that you do something physically impossible with the suggestion box.
Young Mr. Grace: You've all done very well!
Mrs. Slocombe: You know, I always keep a couple of pound notes tucked away in me knickers, just for emergencies. Unfortunately, last week, I had an emergency.
Mr. Humphries: Ooh, what happened?
Mrs. Slocombe: The elastic broke and I dropped one in the Haymarket and it blew off down the street. Two seconds later, the other one followed it.
Mrs. Slocombe: [into phone] Yes.
Mrs. Slocombe: Yes.
Mrs. Slocombe: I will.
[hangs up phone]
Mrs. Slocombe: Captain Peacock?
Captain Peacock: Yes?
Mrs. Slocombe: Apparently Miss Belfridge is in one of the fitting rooms, and Mr. Rumbold requires her in his office.
Miss Brahms: She must have got in early!
Mrs. Slocombe: She's no right to be there without my permission.
Captain Peacock: Or mine. Get her out of there, Miss Brahms, I shall speak to her most severely about this.
Miss Brahms: [walks to fitting room] Here! Captain Peacock wants you out here, at the double.
Miss Belfridge: [walks out in outfit that is barely more than a bra and pantyhose, with Captain Peacock's eyes glued to her bust] You wanted to see me, Stephen?
Captain Peacock: You should really ask for my permission to be on the floor, but I'll overlook it this time.
Mrs. Slocombe: It's the only thing he has overlooked.
Mr. Humphries: And Mrs. Peacock. Just to let you know Miss Belfridge will be directly under Captain Peacock.
Mr. Humphries: I'm free.
Mr. Humphries: [discussing having to hang onto backs of buses and skateboard to Grace Brothers to save money] I had just bent down to tighten my nuts, and there was a double yellow line, see? And next thing I knew, there was policeman behind me. He put a sticker on my helmet and tried to clamp me.
Captain Peacock: [walks up to the manageress] Did you notice that I was clicking my fingers, clearing my throat and banging my spoon on the table?
Canteen Manageress: I did notice it, yeah.
Captain Peacock: And what message do those actions convey to you?
Canteen Manageress: Well, when my two-year-old does it, it usually means he needs to go to the potty.
Captain Peacock: Your truculent behavior has not gone unnoticed and will be reported!
Canteen Manageress: Good! That's what I hoped. Then perhaps the management will realise that sacking my waiting staff is more trouble than it's worth because I ain't serving.
Canteen Manageress: You'll have to make do with a set menu.
Captain Peacock: Well, then, may I ask you what is on this set menu, or are you not programmed to give an intelligent response?