| Movie |
On Her Majesty's Secret Service |
| Year |
1969 |
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Draco:
My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a *formal* invitation.
James Bond:
There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.
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[a bad guy chasing Bond skis into a snow blower, which then spews red snow]
James Bond:
He had a lot of guts.
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Sir Hilary Bray:
Our methods are very exacting. We never like to speak until we're *absolutely* certain that there can be no possibility of error on our side or... forgery on anyone else's.
James Bond:
I hope I can live up to your high standards.
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Tracy:
You're hurting me.
James Bond:
I thought that was the idea for tonight.
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James Bond:
We have all the time in the world.
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[last lines]
James Bond:
[Tracy has just been shot and killed] It's all right. It's quite all right, really. She's having a rest. We'll be going on soon. There's no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.
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[first lines]
Q:
I've been saying for years, sir, that our special equipment is obsolete. And now, computer analysis reveals an entirely new approach: miniaturization. For instance, radioactive lint. When placed in an opponent's pockets, the anti-personnel and location fix seems fairly obvious.
M:
What we want is a location fix on 007.
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James Bond:
[to the camera] This never happened to the other fellow.
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[Bond throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day]
Draco:
But today is the thirteenth, Commander.
James Bond:
I'm superstitious.
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Tracy:
People who want to stay *alive* play it safe.
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[after Blofeld hits a tree]
James Bond:
He's branched off.
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James Bond:
My name is Bond, James Bond.
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James Bond:
[when introducing himself] My name's Bond, James Bond
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Draco:
She likes you, I can see it.
James Bond:
You must give me the name of your oculist.
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Tracy:
Why do you persist in rescuing me, Mr. Bond?
James Bond:
It's becoming quite a habit, isn't it, Contessa Teresa?
Tracy:
Teresa was a Saint; I'm known as Tracy.
James Bond:
Well, Tracy, next time play it safe and stand on 5.
Tracy:
People who want to stay *alive* play it safe.
James Bond:
Please, stay alive! At least for tonight.
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[Draco proposes that Bond marries his daughter]
James Bond:
I find her fascinating. But, she needs a psychiatrist, not me.
Draco:
[abruptly] What she needs is a man... to *dominate* her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!
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Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
I've taught you to love chickens, to love their flesh, their voice.
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[wishing Bond luck on his wedding day]
Q:
Look, James, I know that we haven't always exactly seen... well, anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...
James Bond:
Thank you, Q, but this time I've got the gadgets and I know how to use them.
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[a girl writes on Bond's leg under the table, to which Bond makes an awkward face]
Irma Bunt:
Is anything ze matter, Sir Hilary?
James Bond:
Just a slight stiffness coming on... in the shoulder.
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Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
Merry Christmas, 007.
James Bond:
[as Hillary Bray] I'm Sir Hillary Bray.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
No no no, Mr. Bond. Respectable baronets from the College of Heralds do *not* seduce female patients in clinics. On the other hand, they do get their professional details... *right*. The De Bleauchamps tombs are *not* in the Augsburg Cathedral as you said, but in the Ste. Anna Kirsch. Sir Hillary Bray would have known.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
[beat] A small slip. Takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a Herald.
[breaks Bond's glasses]
James Bond:
[normal voice] It'll take more than cutting off your earlobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a Count.
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[M refuses to authorize an attack on Blofeld]
James Bond:
And the girl who helped me escape? We just leave her there?
M:
This department is not concerned with your personal problems.
James Bond:
This department owes her a *debt*. She saved my life.
M:
Operation Bedlam is DEAD! Do you understand, 007?
James Bond:
Yes, Sir. I understand.
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[Bond is secretly asking Draco for assistance]
James Bond:
I'd like to interest you in a demolition deal that requires certain aerial activity to install equipment.
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[Bond has realized what Blofeld is really up to]
James Bond:
Allergy vaccines? Bacteria. Bacteriological Warfare.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
With a difference. Our big breakthrough since last summer has been the confection of a certain... Virus Omega.
James Bond:
Infertility.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
TOTAL Infertility! In plants and animals. Not just disease in a few herds, Mr. Bond. Or the loss of a single crop. But the desturction of a whole strain. Forever! Throughout an entire continent.
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[Blofeld wants to share his life with Tracy]
Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
Now, if you're very, very nice to me. I could make you my Countess.
Tracy:
But I'm already a Countess.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld:
Whereas if you displease me, I can promise you a very *different* estate.
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