.... I'd much prefer it if you....
…get them in the stores for Christmas.
But it's late, I'm tired, and there's so much left to do.
Coffee, sir?
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Not too sweet, please. 😛
(Or "NotTooSweet! Please!")
Where's your sense of adventure?
(As Dr. Kananga would put it "Hardly unexpected, but most welcome.")
An excellent question, and one which will be hanging on the lips of the world quite soon.
(Oh, that couldn't be resisted!)
The world is not enough.
How original.
A toast. Per ora e per il momento che verrà.
''To this moment, and the moment yet to come.''
You want to put that in English, for those of us who don't speak spy?
I'll explain as you pack.
So speak or forever hold your peace.
Well, supposing for argument's sake I don't feel like talking?
I won't keep you for more than an hour or so if you give me your undivided attention.
That's touching, don't you think? Well James, it looks like....
...we have so much in common and so much to discuss. We will never have this chance again.
(Well, there's only one thing to say....)
Do you expect me to talk?
Yes. Might even shrink you back to size.
The right size....
Stop it!
Not here. This is my home.
Take Mr Bond to school.
They're sending a helicopter to pick you up.
Make sure they send me home first class.
You'll have to look elsewhere, monsieur.
Furniture factories in East Germany?
Lazar?
Modest metallurgical installations?
A delicatessen in stainless steel?
A grand old warship, being ignominiously haled away to scrap?
On your left is the wreckage of the famous liner Queen Elizabeth,
which sank here under mysterious circumstances in 1971.
My God, Jack- how deep is the water there?
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.... I'd much prefer it if you....
…get them in the stores for Christmas.
But it's late, I'm tired, and there's so much left to do.
Coffee, sir?
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Not too sweet, please. 😛
(Or "NotTooSweet! Please!")
Where's your sense of adventure?
(As Dr. Kananga would put it "Hardly unexpected, but most welcome.")
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
An excellent question, and one which will be hanging on the lips of the world quite soon.
(Oh, that couldn't be resisted!)
The world is not enough.
How original.
A toast. Per ora e per il momento che verrà.
''To this moment, and the moment yet to come.''
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
You want to put that in English, for those of us who don't speak spy?
I'll explain as you pack.
So speak or forever hold your peace.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Well, supposing for argument's sake I don't feel like talking?
I won't keep you for more than an hour or so if you give me your undivided attention.
That's touching, don't you think? Well James, it looks like....
...we have so much in common and so much to discuss. We will never have this chance again.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
(Well, there's only one thing to say....)
Do you expect me to talk?
Yes. Might even shrink you back to size.
The right size....
Stop it!
Not here. This is my home.
Take Mr Bond to school.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
They're sending a helicopter to pick you up.
Make sure they send me home first class.
You'll have to look elsewhere, monsieur.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Furniture factories in East Germany?
Lazar?
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
Modest metallurgical installations?
A delicatessen in stainless steel?
A grand old warship, being ignominiously haled away to scrap?
On your left is the wreckage of the famous liner Queen Elizabeth,
which sank here under mysterious circumstances in 1971.
Sour mash, but not too sweet, please.
My God, Jack- how deep is the water there?