How did you know about that?
I stole the blueprints to this car two years ago.
How did you know about that?
I stole the blueprints to this car two years ago.
Moneypenny, where's 007?
He's on a mission sir. In Austria.
Well, tell him to pull out. Immediately.
[scene cuts to Bond making love to a woman]
Right. Now pay attention, 007. I want you to take great care of this equipment. There are one or two rather special accessories...
Q, have I ever let you down?
Frequently.
Well gentlemen, now that the moment has come to bid you farewell, I congratulate both you, Doctor, and you, Professor, on your brilliant work in the development of the submarine tracking system. Thanks primarily to you, I am happy to say that the first phase of our operation has met with considerable success. I have instructed my assistant to have paid into your Swiss bank account the sum of ten million dollars each.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you indeed.
And that, I think, concludes our business. Before you go, however, I very much regret to inform you that a dangerous development has recently been brought to my notice. Someone has been attempting to sell the plans of our tracking project to competing world powers; someone intimately associated with the project. [to his pretty young blonde assistant] My dear, it would perhaps be more seemly if you were to leave us. Thank you. [The young woman leaves and goes to an elevator. A trap opens under her and she is plunged into a shark tank, while Stromberg and the professors are watching her punishment on a screen] It was you who betrayed me!
No!
You had access to all the information. And now you will pay the penalty. [closes the screen, leaving the assistant to her horrible death; to professors] Once again, gentlemen, my most profound thanks.
In our business, Anya, people get killed. We both know that. So did he. It was either him or me. The answer to the question is yes. I did kill him.
Then when this mission is over, I will kill you.
The lady will have a... Bacardi on the rocks.
For the gentleman, vodka martini - shaken, not stirred.
Touché.
Commander James Bond, recruited to the British Secret Service from the Royal Navy. Licensed to kill and has done so on numerous occasions. Many lady friends but married only once. Wife killed–
All right, you've made your point.
You're sensitive, Mr. Bond?
In some cases, yes.
Where's your captain?!
Here.
Release the other crews, then make for the armoury.
Right. [to crew] Follow me, men, on the double! [the British crew break out the US and Soviet sub crews]
007!
Triple X!
Bond, what do you think you're doing?
...Keeping the British end up, sir. [closes the curtains]
Where's Fekkesh? [Sandor says nothing] Where's Fekkesh!
Pyramids!
What a helpful chap.
All those feathers and he still can't fly.
You shot your bolt, Stromberg... Now it's my turn.
He just dropped in for a quick bite.