What is that?
That's my little octopussy.
What is that?
That's my little octopussy.
So does he have a proposition for me or do you?
He suggest a trade. The egg... for your life.
Well, I heard the price of eggs was going up, but isn't that a little high?
You wouldn't have a smaller piece of thread than that wouldn't you, Q? [hands Q his coat] Somebody seems to have stuck a knife in my wallet.
Ah, and they missed you? What a pity!
You seem to have a nasty habit of surviving.
Well, you know what they say about the fittest.
Leave that! Let's go.
No, let's stay. You. Sit on that box. Hands on your knees. Come on, move! Now why is that bomb on the train?
Who are you?
I'm with British Secret Service.
You should be more concerned about getting out of here alive.
I am more concerned about an atomic bomb exploding on a United States Air Force base. You surely can't be inviting a full-scale nuclear war. What happens when the US retaliates?
Against whom?
My God. Of course. Our early-warning system will rule out the possibility of that bomb having come from Russia or anywhere else. Everyone will assume incorrectly that it was an American bomb triggered accidentally.
That would be the most plausible explanation.
Europe will insist on unilateral disarmament, leaving every border undefended for you to walk across at will. And it doesn't matter a damn to you, I suppose, that thousands of innocent people will be killed in this little "accident" of yours?
Better than letting a handful of old men in Moscow bargain away our advantage in disarmament talks!
On your feet, General. You're going to stop that train.
It's too late.
You can stop it at the border. [the trailer door opens, revealing two Russian soldiers and Bond, having been caught, kills one soldier and escapes to avoid being killed by the other]
Kill him!! Kill him!!
General, excuse me. I have some traveling arrangements to make. Enjoy the show.
Thank you.
I'm sure the general will get a big blast out of this.
I know he won't be disappointed.
I trust you can handle this contraption, Q?
It goes by hot air.
Oh, then you can.
Vijay, we've got company!
No problem, this is a company car!
A common thief! A disgrace to the uniform!
Yes. But tomorrow, I shall be a hero of the Soviet... Union... [dies]
Is he still there?
You must be joking! 007 on an island populated exclusively by women? We won't see him till dawn!
Englishman. Likes eggs, preferably Faberge, and dice, preferably loaded.
Mr. Bond is indeed of a very rare breed... soon to be made extinct.