- [Nellie's tooth can, when it comes into contact with rum, become a short-wave radio receiver]
- Illya Kuryakin: I've read about your type, just never met one.
- Nellie Canford: Hey, listen, I still might catch my plane. Um, sorry about your shirts. Bye.
- Napoleon Solo: Miss Canford, uh, look. We can't let you go now. I mean, not with your talent.
- Nellie Canford: But I've got to get back to Newport News.
- Illya Kuryakin: Forget Newport News. This is, uh, far more important.
- Nellie Canford: Oh, now wait a minute.
- Illya Kuryakin: We shall only need you for a few days.
- Nellie Canford: Mr. Kuryakin, I don't know what kind of a girl you think I am.
- Napoleon Solo: Believe me, believe me, we're only interested in your tooth.
- Illya Kuryakin: And nothing but the tooth.
- Nellie Canford: [Upon seeing Thor's toy collection] Ooh, I've often wondered where Santa Claus spent the off season.
- Nellie Canford: [after explaining that the filling in her tooth picks up radio] I was listening to the baseball scores on Radio Free Europe when all of the sudden this voice broke in.
- Illya Kuryakin: What kind of voice?
- Nellie Canford: I don't know. A man, a raspy foreign voice.
- Illya Kuryakin: I've read about your type. Just never met one.
- [He turns around and walks away while Solo gives him a astonished look]