Most thoughtful.
I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this. All of us here together.
Thank you, Comrade Chairman.
Call me James.
Your name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form?
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Tell me you know more than that.
The spy who loved me is keeping all my secrets safe tonight.
I thought that creep loved ME!!!!
But of course! I forgot your ego, Mr Bond.
James Bond, who only has to make love to a woman and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing.
But I do. Shall we?
I'm completely defenseless.
Not according to the last report.
Bluff, Mr. Bond.
Well, I think I will call you on that one.
And, uh, we can have dinner afterwards perhaps?
The whole thing's so fantastic it just could be... true.
Would that be possible?
I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
Wrong again, Moneypenny- you are.
You never take me to dinner looking like this, James.
You never take me to dinner. Period.
Another time. Another place.
I see. I'm delighted to be here, and by the way where is here?
Off the coast of Burma in the Mergui Archipelago, Iatitude 20 degrees north, Iongitude 60 degrees east
That's Mr Goldfinger's suite!
Well, let's have a look at it. I may like it.
Get in, quick!
I was hoping you'd say that.
The bed's too small.
Can I offer an opinion? I really think you people should find a better place to meet.
(I had to resist posting "No, it's the right size. For me, that is." cos I don't want to always be predictable.)
No, it's some sort of trap.
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Most thoughtful.
I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this. All of us here together.
Thank you, Comrade Chairman.
Call me James.
Your name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form?
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Tell me you know more than that.
The spy who loved me is keeping all my secrets safe tonight.
I thought that creep loved ME!!!!
But of course! I forgot your ego, Mr Bond.
James Bond, who only has to make love to a woman and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
But I do. Shall we?
I'm completely defenseless.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Not according to the last report.
Bluff, Mr. Bond.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Well, I think I will call you on that one.
And, uh, we can have dinner afterwards perhaps?
The whole thing's so fantastic it just could be... true.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Would that be possible?
I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Wrong again, Moneypenny- you are.
You never take me to dinner looking like this, James.
You never take me to dinner. Period.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Another time. Another place.
I see. I'm delighted to be here, and by the way where is here?
Off the coast of Burma in the Mergui Archipelago, Iatitude 20 degrees north, Iongitude 60 degrees east
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
That's Mr Goldfinger's suite!
Well, let's have a look at it. I may like it.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Get in, quick!
I was hoping you'd say that.
The bed's too small.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Can I offer an opinion? I really think you people should find a better place to meet.
(I had to resist posting "No, it's the right size. For me, that is." cos I don't want to always be predictable.)
No, it's some sort of trap.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.