Mr. White You're a kite dancing in a hurricane, Mr. Bond. So long. [Shoots himself in the head with a pistol] Franz Oberhauser/Ernst Stavro Blofeld Welcome, James. It's been a long time. And finally, here we are. What took you so long? [Looks up at where Bond is] Cuckoo! Clinic Barman Can I get you something, sir? James Bond Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred. Clinic Barman I'm sorry, we don't serve alcohol. James Bond I'm already starting to love this place...