- Lucia Nazarone: You again. Signor, I neither know you nor like your face. I've paid for a private room here. I do not know what you're seeking...
- Napoleon Solo: I am seeking to find out why you are not a might more chilly than you are.
- Lucia Nazarone: Chilly?
- Napoleon Solo: Chilly. Seems to me the last time I saw you, you were rather... well-ventilated by a number of... bullets.
- Lucia Nazarone: [She gets out of bed and shows herself as not being "ventilated"] Obviously, you are mistaken.
- Napoleon Solo: Confused. Not mistaken.