...and no-one has seen him....
Look, I've come all the way from London to see...
...a legend, old boy. "Card Sense Jimmy Bond" they call you. I knew...
A Woman?
Well, from this angle things are shaping up nicely.
You stay put, boy. This is my department.
The lady will have a - Bacardi on the rocks.
(Well, I have to ask...)
Shaken or stirred?
(And I have to reply...)
Do I look like I give a damn?
You look kind of, kind of dangerous.
You couldn't possibly imagine.
You've told me so already five times.
Sir, I am aware of my shortcomings but I am prepared to continue this assignment in the spirit you suggest if I knew what it was about.
Sir.
We're going to bring British intelligence out of the dark ages... into the light.
I can see something reflecting over there.
Key to M's personal lavatory.
Do me a favor, will you? Throw that down the toilet.
It's worth £5,000.
Are you buying or selling?
Do you have a credit card….
I could do with some plastic.
This is gold, Mr. Bond.
The stuff of dreams, and the means to make dreams real.
First there was the dream, now there is reality.
Let's not get excited.
I'm not. Are you?
May I, um, let you know in the morning?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Don't you men know any other way?
Valerie, shut up!
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...and no-one has seen him....
Look, I've come all the way from London to see...
...a legend, old boy. "Card Sense Jimmy Bond" they call you. I knew...
A Woman?
Well, from this angle things are shaping up nicely.
You stay put, boy. This is my department.
The lady will have a - Bacardi on the rocks.
(Well, I have to ask...)
Shaken or stirred?
(And I have to reply...)
Do I look like I give a damn?
You look kind of, kind of dangerous.
You couldn't possibly imagine.
You've told me so already five times.
Sir, I am aware of my shortcomings but I am prepared to continue this assignment in the spirit you suggest if I knew what it was about.
Sir.
We're going to bring British intelligence out of the dark ages... into the light.
I can see something reflecting over there.
Key to M's personal lavatory.
-Mr Arlington Beech
Do me a favor, will you? Throw that down the toilet.
It's worth £5,000.
Are you buying or selling?
Do you have a credit card….
I could do with some plastic.
This is gold, Mr. Bond.
The stuff of dreams, and the means to make dreams real.
First there was the dream, now there is reality.
Let's not get excited.
I'm not. Are you?
May I, um, let you know in the morning?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Don't you men know any other way?
Valerie, shut up!