Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Anything you have to say, you can say at the station.

Still, beats a bag of peanuts.

- I have to help James. - Something's wrong?

Wouldn't you agree? That's all, 007.

- I hope you can swim, Goodnight. - This way.

Stay in there, Goodnight. We've got you spotted.

Neither have I, actually.

- A what? - A mammary gland. A third nipple, sir.

But no solex until the money is in the bank, right?

I did not hire you to interfere in my affairs.

Press that pedal, boy.

Moreover, this trinket, as you call it,

Q Branch have been making irregular calibres for most unusual purposes.

Then this whole damn place will go sky-high.

Ling Po, see this gentleman out.

I prefer the 62, myself.

James? James, are you still there?

You pointy-heads has no more idea of traffic control than a gooney bird!

- There's no place he wouldn't find me. - You need a good lawyer.

May I remind you that you work for me.

Of all the fouled-up, half-witted operations!

A spectacular trick-shot artist by the time he was ten and a local Rio gunman at 15.

So I think it's fair to assume that he has the edge on you.

There can't be that many in Hong Kong.

Our famous solex in the still down there transmits heat to the thermal generators.

Women! Walkie-talkie.

Please believe me. I'm risking my life to come here.

I do not expect wounds, only a clean kill.

His junk is moored around the corner.

whoever hired him could afford a million dollars.

There's a small seaplane approaching your island.

- A water pistol? - Pass me that robe.

You have five fingers. The butt is balanced for the pressure of three.

I had to get you away from the police, but didn't know how much you knew.

You're under arrest.

Oh, that would have been too easy.

The energy crisis is still with us.

Mm! I was hoping you'd say that.

- Goodnight! - James!

I've been dreaming about a solex agitator.

If you say so, Mr Bond.

- inform our man here. Lieutenant Hip. - Sorry, Commander.

We've been through that routine.

- Er, sir? - Yes?

They went left, boy.

I prefer the '62 myself.

This should run a few electric toothbrushes.

I feel I know you, although I never thought we should ever meet.

I see why these packets carry a government warning.

It would be my proudest moment if I could make something for you, Mr Bond.

- Servant problem, I suppose? - Not at all.

Good morning, sir.

Born in a circus. Father, the ringmaster. Mother, English. A snake charmer.

The thought had occurred to me.