On Her Majesty's Secret Service

On Her Majesty's Secret Service quotes

21 total quotes (ID: 949)

Ernst Stavro Blofeld
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James Bond


Blofeld: Merry Christmas, 007.
Bond: [as Hillary Bray] I'm Sir Hillary Bray.
Blofeld: No no no, Mr. Bond. Respectable baronets from the College of Heralds do not seduce female patients in clinics. On the other hand, they do get their professional details... right. The De Bleauchamps tombs are not in the Augsburg Cathedral as you said, but in the Ste. Anna Kirsch. Sir Hillary Bray would have known. A small slip. Takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a Herald.
[breaks Bond's glasses]
Bond: [normal voice] It'll take more than cutting off your earlobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a Count.


Blofeld: Now, if you're very, very nice to me. I could make you my Countess.
Tracy: But I'm already a Countess.
Blofeld: Whereas if you displease me, I can promise you a very different estate.

Bond: [about Tracy] I find her fascinating. But, she needs a psychiatrist, not me.
Draco: What she needs is a man... to dominate her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!

Bond: Allergy vaccines? Bacteria. Bacteriological Warfare.
Blofeld: With a difference. Our big breakthrough since last summer has been the confection of a certain... Virus Omega.
Bond: Infertility.
Blofeld: TOTAL Infertility! In plants and animals. Not just disease in a few herds, Mr. Bond. Or the loss of a single crop. But the destruction of a whole strain. Forever! Throughout an entire continent.

Draco: May I introduce my daughter, Teresa.
Bond: Contessa..!
Tracy: Mr. Bond and I have already met.
Bond: But each time is a renewed pleasure. Madame always makes one feel so welcome!
[Tracy leaves]
Draco: She likes you! I can see it.
Bond: You must give me the name of your oculist!!

Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a formal invitation.
Bond: There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.

Q: [wishing Bond luck on his wedding day] Look, James, I know that we haven't always exactly seen... well, anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...
Bond: Thank you, Q, but this time I've got the gadgets and I know how to use them.

Q: I've been saying for years, sir, that our special equipment is obsolete. And now, computer analysis reveals an entirely new approach: miniaturization. For instance, radioactive lint. When placed in an opponent's pockets, the anti-personnel and location fix seems fairly obvious.
M: What we want is a location fix on 007.

Sir Hilary Bray: Our methods are very exacting. We never like to speak until we're absolutely certain that there can be no possibility of error on our side or... forgery on anyone else's.
Bond: I hope I can live up to your high standards.

Tracy: You're hurting me.
Bond: I thought that was the idea for tonight.

Tracy: Why do you persist in rescuing me, Mr. Bond?
Bond: It's becoming quite a habit, isn't it, Contessa Teresa?
Tracy: Teresa was a Saint; I'm known as Tracy.
Bond: Well, Tracy, next time play it safe and stand on 5.
Tracy: People who want to stay alive play it safe.
Bond: Please, stay alive! At least for tonight.

[Bond finds Tracy in his hotel suite with his gun in her hand]
Tracy: Suppose I were to kill you for a thrill?
Bond: I can think of something more sociable to do.

[Bond throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day]
Draco: But today is the thirteenth, Commander.
Bond: I'm superstitious.

[M refuses to authorize an attack on Blofeld]
Bond: And the girl who helped me escape? We just leave her there?
M: This department is not concerned with your personal problems.
Bond: This department owes her a debt. She saved my life.
M: Operation Bedlam is DEAD! Do you understand, 007?
Bond: Yes, Sir. I understand.

[after a villain chasing Bond skis into a snow blower, which then spews red snow] He had a lot of guts.