Illya: So, they got you at last, who was it? Mafia, THRUSH, the narcotics mob?
Waverly: He tripped over the office cat, sprained his knee.
Napoleon: Mr. Waverly has a cousin who wears polka-dot pajamas.
Illya: Well, we all have our weaknesses.
И ещо:
'Do you believe in gypsies?
'No, of course not. They are just a figment of the imagination.'
'That's what I thought.'