(Diamonds Are Forever)
M: "We do function in your absence, Commander."
Bond: "Pity about your liver sir. An unusually fine Solera.
'51 I believe."
M: "There is no year for sherry 007."
Bond: "I was referring to the original vintage on which the
sherry is based sir. 1851. Unmistakable."
Sir Donald: "Tell me commander, how far does your expertise
extend into the field of diamonds?"
Bond: "Well, hardest substance found in nature. They cut
glass, suggest marriages, I suppose it replaced the dog as the
girls best friend. That's about it."
M: "Refreshing to hear that there is one subject your not
an expert on!"
Wint: "The scorpion!"
Kidd: "One of natures finest killers, Mr Wint."
Wint: "One is never too old to learn from a master, Mr Kidd."
Kidd: "If God had wanted man to fly..."
Wint: "...he would have given him wings Mr Kidd."
Moneypenny: "Mr Franks, your passport is quite in order."
Bond: "Oh, anyone seeing you in that outfit, Moneypenny,
would most certainly be discouraged from leaving the country.
What can I bring you back from Holland?"
Moneypenny: "A diamond - in a ring?"
Bond: "Would you settle for a tulip?"
Moneypenny: "Mmm, yes."
Bond: "Is Mr Case not at home?"
Tiffany: "There is no Mr Case. The "T" is for Tiffany."
Bond: "Tiffany Case - definitely distinctive."
Tiffany: "I was born there, on the first floor while my mother
was looking for a wedding ring."
Bond: "I'm glad for your sake it wasn't Van Cleef and Arpel!"
Bond: "Weren't you a blonde when I came in?"
Tiffany: "Could be."
Bond: "I tend to notice little things like that, whether
a girl is a blonde or a brunette."
Tiffany: "And which do you prefer?"
Bond: "Oh, providing the collars and cuffs match..."
Bond: "That's a nice little nothing you're almost wearing!"
Tiffany: "I'll finish dressing."
Bond: "Oh please don't, not on my account."
Felix: "I give up. I know the diamonds are in the body but
Bond: "Alimentary, Dr Leiter."
Driver: "The stiff... er... the deceased back there... your
brother, Mr Franks?"
Bond: "Yes, it was."
Passenger: "I got a brother."
Bond: "Small world!"
Bond: "Now, don't tell me!! You're St Peter."
Plenty: "Hi, I'm Plenty."
Bond: "But, of course you are."
Plenty: "Plenty O'Toole."
Bond: "Named after your father perhaps?"
Bond: "I'll take the full odds on the 10, 200 on the hard
way, the limit on all the numbers and 250 on the 11, thank you
Plenty: "Say, you've played this game before..."
Bond: "Just once."
Plenty: "You handle those cubes like a monkey handles coconuts."
Bond: "I'm afraid that you've caught me with more than my
James Bond: "Exceptionally fine shot."
Thug: "I didn't know there was a pool down there."
Bond: "Felix, if she gives your men the slip..."
Felix: "Relax, I've got upwards of 30 agents down there.
A mouse with sneakers couldn't get through."
Tiffany: "What happened? Where are the diamonds?"
Bond: "Get in the car. If you see a mad Professor in a minibus,
Tiffany: "What's going to happen to me? You did talk to
your friend Felix about me..."
Tiffany: "Well, what did he say?"
Bond: "Something about 20 years to life. Nothing important."
Tiffany: "20 years to life?"
Bond: "Relax darling, I'm on top of the situation."
Tiffany: "Well, that's a switch!"
Bond: "What's that?"
Tiffany: "The wolf being guarded by the three little pigs!"
Wint: "If at first you don't succeed, Mr Kidd..."
Kidd: "...Try, try again, Mr Wint."
Bond: "One of us smells like a tart's handkerchief. I'm
afraid it's me, sorry about that old boy."
Bond: "Thank you. I was just out walking and my rat and
I seem to have lost my way."
Bambi: "Well, hi there. I'm Bambi."
Bond: "Good morning, Bambi."
Thumper: "And I am Thumper. Is there something we can do
Bond: "I can think of several things off hand, but at the
moment I'm looking for Willard Whyte."
Bond: "Acme Pollution Inspection... We're cleaning up the
world and thought this was a suitable starting point."
Blofeld: "I expected at least one head of state... Your
pitiful little island hasn't even been threatened!"
Blofeld: "As you see, Mr Bond, the satellite is, at present,
over Kansas. But if we destroy Kansas, the world may not hear
about it for years."
Wint: "A happy selection if I may say...."
Bond: "I'll be the judge of that. That's rather potent. Not
the cork, your aftershave. Strong enough to bury anything. But
the wine is quite excellent. Although, for such a grand meal I
had rather expected a claret."
Wint: "Of course. Unfortunately, our cellars are rather poorly
stocked with clarets."
Bond: "Mouton Rothschild is a claret. And I've smelled that
aftershave before and both times I've smelled a rat."
Bond: "He certainly left with his tail between his legs..."
Wint: "Very moving."
Kidd: "Heartwarming, Mr Wint."
Wint: "A glowing tribute, Mr Kidd."
Kidd: "Well, they're aboard, and I must say, Miss Case is
quite lovely... for a woman."