Go on, Sir Hilary, please tell us.
As soon as I have finished this delicious lunch that Nick Back has prepared for us.
That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Just do as I say, will you?
Do what? Last time you said that, you went off to Jamaica.
Anyone seeing you in that outfit, Moneypenny, would certainly be discouraged from…
... moving through the medulla oblongata, killing off...
…an extraordinary number of rare species. You recognise that variety, of course?
This one is worth $50 in Miami. 50! You promise you won't tell anyone?
Would your feelings be shattered if I were to say…
... I want full newspaper coverage. I want magazine stories. I want books, I want films, I want TV, I want radio, I want...
...your country's one indisputable contribution to western civilisation:
Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet, shake it over ice then add a thin slice of lemon peel.
(Sorry for being obvious, but it had to be done.)
Mmm! I was hoping you'd say that.
No well-dressed man should be without one.
Except for the occasional one such as we have here.
He lets the other two fight
while he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself. And then, like SPECTRE, he strikes.
(Wishful thinking, I'm afraid 🤔)
And he strikes like Thunderball.
(And we will never get another Bond movie like this again, more’s the pity)
Really, darling? It's amazing the items of information you store away.
(Yeah, I know. 🙁🙁🙁 And I doubt very much if we'll ever get another Bond like this again, too)
I thought there might be a place for you with SPECTRE.
I'm sorry, old man, but what you ask is quite impossible.
Why were you following me from the airport?
I was looking for the bar.
Well, if it ain't my friend what gets addresses mixed!
Glad to see you. Welcome to Istanbul.
No, I'm just a humble pilot for the Drax Corporation.
Which makes me wonder if I can trust you at all.
Was ever a man more misunderstood?
I'm a little confused.
You came to the right place.
Somehow I seem to have inherited it from him. It's all fully automated.
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Go on, Sir Hilary, please tell us.
As soon as I have finished this delicious lunch that Nick Back has prepared for us.
That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Just do as I say, will you?
Do what? Last time you said that, you went off to Jamaica.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Anyone seeing you in that outfit, Moneypenny, would certainly be discouraged from…
... moving through the medulla oblongata, killing off...
…an extraordinary number of rare species. You recognise that variety, of course?
This one is worth $50 in Miami. 50! You promise you won't tell anyone?
Would your feelings be shattered if I were to say…
... I want full newspaper coverage. I want magazine stories. I want books, I want films, I want TV, I want radio, I want...
...your country's one indisputable contribution to western civilisation:
Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet, shake it over ice then add a thin slice of lemon peel.
(Sorry for being obvious, but it had to be done.)
Mmm! I was hoping you'd say that.
No well-dressed man should be without one.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Except for the occasional one such as we have here.
He lets the other two fight
while he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself. And then, like SPECTRE, he strikes.
(Wishful thinking, I'm afraid 🤔)
And he strikes like Thunderball.
(And we will never get another Bond movie like this again, more’s the pity)
Really, darling? It's amazing the items of information you store away.
(Yeah, I know. 🙁🙁🙁 And I doubt very much if we'll ever get another Bond like this again, too)
I thought there might be a place for you with SPECTRE.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
I'm sorry, old man, but what you ask is quite impossible.
Why were you following me from the airport?
I was looking for the bar.
Well, if it ain't my friend what gets addresses mixed!
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Glad to see you. Welcome to Istanbul.
No, I'm just a humble pilot for the Drax Corporation.
Which makes me wonder if I can trust you at all.
Was ever a man more misunderstood?
I'm a little confused.
You came to the right place.
Somehow I seem to have inherited it from him. It's all fully automated.