You know where you're going?
Uptown, I believe?
Uptown? You headed into Harlem, man!
Well you just stay on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra twenty in it for you.
Hey man, for twenty bucks I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!
Most scenes together: James Bond & Mr. Big (2)
You know where you're going?
Uptown, I believe?
Uptown? You headed into Harlem, man!
Well you just stay on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra twenty in it for you.
Hey man, for twenty bucks I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!
I'm sure the over-burdened British taxpayer would be fascinated to know how its Special Ordinances section disperses its funds. In future, Commander, let me suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker just down the street. [Bond activates the watch magnet, drawing M's teaspoon to it] Good God!
You see, sir, by pulling out this button, it turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field. Powerful enough to even deflect the path of a bullet - at long range, or so Q claims...
I feel very tempted to test that theory right now!
There seems to be some mistake. My name is...
Names is for tombstones, baby! Y'all take this honky out and WASTE HIM! NOW!
There's a...
Oh, a snake. I forgot, I should have told you. You should never go in there without a mongoose.
There's that son of a bitch. I got him. [to Felix] What are you? Some kinda doomsday machine boy? Well WE got a cage strong enough to hold an animal like you here!
Captain, would you enlighten the Sheriff please?
Yes, sir. J.W., let me have a word with ya. [pulls the sheriff aside; quietly] J.W., now this fellow's from London, England. He's a Englishman workin' in cooperation with our boys, a sorta... secret agent.
That look like a boat stuck in the Sheriff's car there, Eddie?
Boy, where you been all your life? That there's one of them new car-boats.
By the powers invested in me by this parish, I hereby do commandeer this vehicle and all those persons within. [spits and looks at Eddie] And that means you, smartass.
There are two ways to disable a croc, you know.
I don't suppose you'd care to tell me what they are.
One way is to take a pencil and jam it into the pressure hole behind his eye.
And the other?
Oh, the other way is twice as simple. [gets off the now wound-back bridge and hands the metal feeding tray to Adam as he shuts the gate] You just put your hand in his mouth [slides the gate's locking bolt into position] and pull his teeth out. [starts laughing loudly as he, Adam and the other two henchmen walk away to the laboratory]
Where's Kananga?
He always did have an over-inflated opinion of himself.
Whisper....laughs....the gate!!
No, slowly Whisper, slowly..slowly. Let our diners assemble!
Is there time before we leave, for Lesson number 3?
Whose funeral is it?
Yours! [Stabs him. The six pallbearers carrying the coffin break from the procession, stop over Hamilton's corpse and lower the coffin over the body. When they lift it up, the body has disappeared, into the coffin. They rejoin the procession, at which point the tune becomes lively and the crowd erupts into dancing.]
I'm not in the habit of giving answers to... lackeys.
You damn lucky you got an ear left to hear the question with!
Don't worry darling, it's just a hat, belonging to a small-headed man of limited means, who lost a fight with a chicken.
You gotta set of wheels that just won't quit, boy! If they's yours that is...[Adam reaches for his gun but Sheriff Pepper draws his first] UH-UH! Spin around boy! Ten fingers on the fender. Legs apart. I take it this ain't exactly your debut at this sort of thing. You picked the WRONG parish to haul ass through BOY! NOBODY cuts and runs on Sheriff J.W. PEPPER! And it's him who's speakin' by the by.
Tee-Hee, on the first wrong answer from Miss Solitaire, you will snip the little finger of Mr. Bond's right hand. Starting with the second wrong answer, you will proceed to the more... vital... areas.