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Bond: Bond. James Bond. Honey Ryder: Looking for shells? Bond: No. I'm just looking. The same old dream. Our asylums are . Bond: Do you mind if my friend sits this one out she's just dead! Bond: Uhhh.. Bond: (upon seeing Q) Hey dad, did my little girl arrive alright? . Tee Hee: Mr. Bond, it's good to see you again. Sir Roger Moore has played the iconic part of James Bond on seven occasions— matching Sean Connery for the most times an What better way for a potential Bond to meet the producers! All I ever say on the phone is “hello!” For 50 years it's gone on and people go back because it's an old friend. I regret to inform you all of the death of SPECTRE Number Six. Colonel Nice to have met you, Mr Bond. Hey! Hey, come back! Hey! Help! Help! Hey! Mr Bond! . You may be able to con the old man, but I know better. I could. My friend won't mind, Mr? - Bond. - Oh, yes. Mr Bond. One of my associates spoke about you.
Number Two has done well, unlike Count Lippe, whose choice of Angelo might have jeopardised the success of our project.
Send a message to the Execution Branch. I'm sorry to dash off. There's been a bit of a flap at the office. Heart attack last night.
Another time, another place. Some people on the roads really burn you up these days. In the Conference Room. Every man in Europe's been rushed in. Well, now that we're all here The Prime Minister has asked the Home Secretary to represent him here today.
Gentlemen, the tape that you are about to hear was received at Downing Street today. My dear Prime Minister. Unless within the next seven days your government pays to us one hundred million pounds sterling, in a manner to be designated by us, we shall destroy a major city in England or the United States ofAmerica.
Please signal your acceptance of our terms by arranging for Big Ben to strike seven times at pm tomorrow. The Prime Minister and the President have talked together over the hotline and have agreed that unless the bombs are recovered payment will have to be made.
JAMES BOND MEMES: I've been expecting you, Mr Bond
To avoid general panic, secrecy will be maintained, and no press announcements. The Prime Minister has asked that your department take charge of the operation. This circle represents the full flying range of the Vulcan.
Extensive search has not found any evidence of a crash or landing. And worldwide reports have proved negative on all airfields large enough to handle the Vulcan. Well, I'll leave you to carry on. You may now open the folders in front of you. As you can see, we've very little to go on.
All the members of the crew had top security clearance. You'll find their photographs and service records in your files. That's all, until you discuss your individual assignments with me.
I've assigned you to Station C, Canada. Sir, I respectfully suggest that you assign me to Nassau. Is there a reason besides your enthusiasm for water sports? There was a photograph of that man in this dossier you gave us. His name is Derval. I saw him last night at Shrublands, but he was dead. He was seen boarding the Vulcan.
Took off last night. If says he saw Derval last night at Shrublands and he was dead, that's enough for me to initiate enquiries.
Do you think she's worth going after? Don't spend your time sitting around. No, sir, I won't. I don't suppose that has anything to do with your request! Was ever a man more misunderstood? James, you can't pull the wool over my eyes. You may be able to con the old man, but I know better.
So do l, Miss Moneypenny. And I'll thank you not to refer to me as "the old man". I think I had a hat when I came in. How else will you recognise her? She has two moles on the left thigh. I arrived soon after you went down. I've been admiring your form. Your name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form? Most girls just paddle around.
Well, I've had quite a bit of practice. What else do you do, and where? I'll wear it, so you'll know me next time. Give me a hand, will you? Tell London I've made contact with the girl. It's not what I'd call contact, but I'll pass it through. You've seen the girl. Our motor's conked out. I've a very important appointment. It just so happens that I like conch chowder. I don't blame him. May I come with you? I'd love to meet your guardian. How do you know my friends call me Domino?
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It's on the bracelet, on your ankle. So, what sharp little eyes you've got! Wait till you get to my teeth. See you tomorrow on the beach. Someone has to lose. Yes, I thought I saw a spectre at your shoulder. That your luck was due to change. We'll soon find out. Perhaps you'd like to take the shoe. My friend won't mind, Mr? One of my associates spoke about you. Nothing bad, I hope. It's your spectre against mine. You wish to put the evil eye on me? We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
Well, you may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards. You seem to be unbeatable, Mr Bond. This sort of thing can't last. He'll be impossible if his luck doesn't change. Somehow I don't think it will tonight. I understand you're Mr Largo's niece. It sounds better than What would you say? I wouldn't say that. Where did you meet him? I found Emilio attractive He has a house on the island. He's a commandant with the NATO forces there. He's a wonderful person. The trouble is, I never meet anyone like him.
Only men like Largo and myself. Why do you say that? As I said, we haven't got very much time. Emilio wants to leave. Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
I hoped you'd not be so obvious. Well, when one has little time, one has to be obvious. Your niece is an excellent dancer. Let me prove I'm as good a loser as you are a winner, Mr Bond. Come to lunch on Sunday, at Palmyra. It's my house here. Sunday at noon, then. Tell me what Mr Bond had to say, word for word. He talked about you, a little. What was he saying just then? I didn't quite hear. That's a fine way to treat the CIA!
Sorry about that, Felix, but you were just about to say. Have you killed him? There you go, smiler. Have you seen everything you came to see? Go back to your friends and report. The gun, I mean. Working for a Mr Largo. He's got a yacht we should take a look at later. Gently, my friend, gently. You let him get the better of you. He was at the beach! Did you finally make contact?
Big Ben struck seven times at six o'clock this evening. This was caused by a mechanical failure, which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in. Once again, the headlines Obviously stalling for time. I must say, I find equipping you in the field, on the run, as it were, highly irregular.
Here we have a Geiger counter. The sweep hand counts radioactivity. Now here's something I want you to use with special care. But that's an underwater camera. It takes eight pictures in rapid succession. Try to be a little less than your usual frivolous self. Now here's a miniature Very pistol, which fires a bright red flare, a distress signal. Look, do you mind? In the event of a rebreather not being available, use this device.
For short periods only, of course. Say about four minutes. A recently developed harmless radioactive device. It sends out a homing signal to a special receiver. Let's hope she'll still be lying in the same place tonight. We'll use this catamaran as a rendezvous place for later. It will hold blue-white flawless diamonds between three and eight carats.
Total value to be not less than million pounds, present market price. After we have recovered the container and verified its contents, you will be notified on radio frequency. Well, gentlemen, unless those bombs are found, I'm afraid we'll have to pay their price.
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Signal from in Nassau. A few things that might interest us. The Disco Volante is still in the harbour, off the Casino Channel. The catamaran too, so we can use her for cover. Drop me in the water behind her. Zero hour is still hours on the th. Turn the underwater lights on. We must have hit him with the propeller. Let's get back and tell Largo.
You just about saved my life. My outboard capsized so I had to swim ashore. How far do you go? You'd better fasten your safety belt. It's just that I have no desire to be capsized twice in one night. At least you won't have to swim ashore. Have you been here before, Mr Bond? This is my hotel. I hope I didn't frighten you. No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride. That's how they could leave and get back.
So nobody saw them. The whole operation was carried out underwater. That's where we'll look for the plane. I'll bring the prints to the hotel. The Air Force searched the area miles out of Nassau. It must be beyond that radius. That's if the Disco Volante was out that night. But Harbour Control said only for six hours. She couldn't cover miles in that time, no.
About miles is her limit for six hours, and that's out and back. I reckon we've got to go further out. We'll need more gas for that. Let's get back to Nassau. Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do? It's for my ice skates. I didn't know there was ice there this time of the year. I've had an accident. How long will it take? They say it'll take hours to get new tyres. There's a hotel nearby. I'll run you down.
I hate to leave you here alone. I can take care of myself. Yes, I'm sure you can. Smuggling is an art, Mr Ling. In this case, the bodywork of my Rolls Royce is -carat gold.
We dismantle it here. Reduce the gold in this special furnace, which in turn It would be wiser to suspend your other activities. Mr Ling, please assure your principals Operation Grand Slam will have my undivided attention You're breaking my back!
He killed my sister! I knew your sister Jill. I know what he did to her. I was shooting at him! Well, you're a lousy shot. But somebody else around here isn't. Get in the car. I'll take care of him. Run for that bracken when I tell you. My name is James Bond.
And members of your curious profession are few in number. You have been recognised. Let's say by one of your opposite numbers, who is also licensed to kill.
That interesting car of yours! You are looking at an industrial laser, which emits an extraordinary light, unknown in nature. It can project a spot on the moon. Or at closer range, cut through solid metal. I will show you. This is gold, Mr Bond. All my life, I've been in love with its colour, its brilliance, its divine heaviness. I welcome any enterprise that will increase my stock, which is considerable.
I think you've made your point. Thank you for the demonstration. Choose your next witticism carefully, Mr Bond. It may be your last. The purpose of our two encounters is now very clear to me. I do not intend to be distracted by another. Good night, Mr Bond. Do you expect me to talk? I expect you to die!
There is nothing you can talk to me about that I don't already know. You're forgetting one thing. If I fail to report, replaces me. I trust he will be more successful.
He knows what I know. You know nothing, Mr Bond. Operation Grand Slam, for instance. Two words you may have overheard which cannot have any significance to you or anyone in your organisation. Can you afford to take that chance? You are quite right, Mr Bond. You are worth more to me alive. My name is Pussy Galore. I must be dreaming. I thought I'd wake up dead. I'm delighted to be here. And, by the way, where is here? That explains the humming. I never realised he enjoyed my company that much.
I don't suppose it'll be all fun and games. Can I do something for you, Mr Bond? A martini, shaken not stirred. I'm Mr Goldfinger's personal pilot. And just how personal is that? I'm a damn good pilot. Well, that's good news. By the way, - Where is our host? Here's to Operation Grand Slam. This should be a memorable flight.
You can turn off the charm. We'll be landing in Baltimore, our port of entry into the United States, in minutes. I would like to arrive more appropriately dressed. Did any of my luggage survive with me? Sydney, tell Mei-Lei to keep an eye on him. We'll be landing in minutes. Do you want to play it easy And this isn't a tranquilliser. Pussy, you know a lot more about planes than guns. If you fire this close, the bullet will pass through me and the fuselage like a blowtorch through butter.
The cabin will depressurise and we'll be sucked into outer space together. If that's how you want to arrive, you're welcome.
As for me, I prefer the easier way. And there's so much going on around Mr Goldfinger, I wouldn't dream of not accepting his He'll be very glad to see you, too. You like close shaves, don't you? On the green scrambler. We picked up his homer signal from Friendship Airport, Baltimore, where he's just landed. Nice of him to let us know. Last we heard, he was in Switzerland. He came in on a private jet, ex Geneva.
Registered to our old friend Auric Goldfinger. I'm glad he's making progress. Keep an eye on him for us. Bluegrass Field, Kentucky, is their final destination. Don't charge in on him and spoil anything, will you?
He's evidently well on top at the moment. Do mind your step, Captain. Just keep playing it easy. Mei-Lei, will you see everything's all right with Mr Goldfinger? And I'll see you surprisingly soon. You're a woman of many parts, Pussy. I believe the bourbon and branch water is rather splendid here in Kentucky.
Well, now that we're both off duty, perhaps I thought you always took your hat off to a lady. Your final briefing is tonight. That'll be all for now. Welcome to Auric Stud, Mr Bond. Lovely animal, isn't she? Certainly better bred than the owner. Show Mr Bond to his quarters, please.
They're all here, Mr Goldfinger. That guy Solo's gonna wear a hole in his shoes. Yeah, I like this! Goldfinger, why weren't we told New York and the West Coast were in on this? I do not do business with Chicago.
I thought we had a private business deal to settle. Now I find I'm attending a hoods' convention. Goldfinger, I made a delivery. Where is my money? And you owe me one million bucks.
I owe each of you a million in gold bullion. Gentlemen, you can have the million today. Or ten millions tomorrow. Did you say ten million? As soon as my bank opens in the morning. Banks don't open on Sunday. What's with that trick pool table?
Turn those lights back on! What are you trying to pull, Goldfinger? There is no cause for alarm, gentlemen. I don't like being cooped up like this. What's that map doing there? This is my bank. The gold depository at Fort Knox, gentlemen. The entire gold supply of the United States.
Knock off Fort Knox! There are troops stationed around there! And who's gonna say boo to them, Goldfinger? Man has climbed Mount Everest, gone to the bottom of the ocean. He has fired rockets to the moon. Achieved miracles in every field of human endeavour The underworld will applaud for centuries! Fort Knox is a bank. Larger, better protected perhaps, but nonetheless a bank! I think the expression is blown. My plan is foolproof, gentlemen!
I call it Operation Grand Slam. I have devoted years of my life to it. Every detail has been scrupulously prepared. Every eventuality has been considered. We'll operate on a split-second schedule. Your organisation, Mr Midnight, brought a batch of these canisters across the Canadian border.
Tomorrow at dawn, the flying circus of my personal pilot, Miss Pussy Galore, will spray it into the atmosphere. Once the population, including the military, has been immobilised my task force, which Mr Strap and his people smuggled across the Rio Grande from Mexico, will approach Fort Knox in motorised equipment along Bullion Boulevard, which runs past the depository here and intersects with Gold Vault Road.
This fence surrounding the depository, as Mr Strap reminded us, is electrified. It will be dynamited! My task force will then move to the main entrance and demolish it.
How, may I ask? You made that possible, Mr Solo. By using your influence in shipping circles to bring through customs uninspected a consignment labelled machine parts.
All that will then remain is to descend to the vaults where the bullion is stored. If you have no objection I'll take my money now. What's the matter, Solo? Too big for you to handle? Francisco Scaramanga should be the ultimate Bond baddie. So far, so good. The rest of the movie is no better. Designated Bond girl Mary Goodnight is a clutz.
Moore is forced to partake in a stupid karate fight. It manages to confuse more than a few viewers along the way but, more importantly, this film confuses its own characters. Bond himself flits between two different personalities: Pick one character arc and stick to it. This film could have amounted to something more than a collection of explosions and other assorted loud noises. It could have been the spiritual successor to Casino Royale. Instead, everyone had to wait for the next film.
Supplied Our protagonists walk away from the smouldering ruin that is this movie. This darker, edgier Bond is an avenging angel with a gun.
Licence to Kill features a then-little-known Benicio Del Toro in his first of many drug trade films. Supplied Not sure what that random promo shot for a cop drama is doing in the middle of this poster. Despite a decent start, the second half of You Only Live Twice descends into chaos with an absurd set piece about a rocket launch pad hidden inside a disguised volcano. Far, far from perfect, several aspects of Live and Let Die — voodoo and pimpmobiles — when viewed in the post Blaxploitation-era are highly problematic, while Solitaire losing her psychic abilities after shedding her virginity to Bond is just silly.
That awkward moment when you realise every black guy in the movie is evil. GoldenEye, meanwhile, does all the classic Bond stuff competently without adding anything unexpected to the formula. Mildly insane villain with a superweapon? Fun but implausible action sequence? Here, have a tank chase through Moscow. Hench wo man with a distinctive quirk?
Take a lady who derives sexual pleasure from murdering people with her thighs. Brosnan slides effortlessly into the role like the smooth fox he is. These are all good ingredients, and mixed together they form a solid movie, but GoldenEye never really surpasses the sum of its parts.
Well, he was Supplied You might want to take off those high heels. Bond goes in after a failed attempt to retrieve the wreckage ends up with a dead British marine biologist. The super sleuth chases after the men responsible along with the peeved-off daughter of the killed biologist, who happens to be handy with a crossbow, culminating in a fight-out in a monastery atop a mountain.