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: The satellite is at present over... Kansas. Well, if we destroy Kansas the world may not hear about it for years. Perhaps New York, with all that smut and traffic... might give them a chance for a fresh start. Washington, DC. Perfect. Since we have not heard from them, *they* will hear from us.
: Tiffany, my dear. We're showing a bit more *cheek* than usual, aren't we?
[Tiffany takes the cassette out from her bottom and hands it to Blofeld
: [to the guards
] Take her below and lock her up with Mr. Bond.
[the guards take her to a cell
: What a pity, such nice cheeks too. If only they were brains.
[referring to the cassette
: Destroy this, Metz.
: You press "L" Mr. Bond, the word "Lobby" begins with "L".
: Making mud pies, 007?
: What do you intend to do with those diamonds? Blofeld
: An excellent question. And one which will be hanging on the lips of the world quite soon. If I were to break the news to anyone it would be to you first, Mr Bond, you know that.
: Good evening, Mr Bond. James Bond
: Blofeld? Blofeld Double
: Good evening, 007. Blofeld
: Double jeopardy, Mr Bond.
: You killed my only other double, I'm afraid. After his death, volunteers were understandably... rather scarce. Blofeld
: Such a pity. All that time and energy wasted, simply to provide you with one mock, heroic moment.
: Right idea, Mr. Bond... James Bond
: ...But wrong pussy.
: Well go on, go on, it's merely a lift. Or should I say elevator? In any event I'm sure you'll find it far more convenient than mountaineering about outside the Whyte House.
: Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.
: As La Rochefoucauld observed, "humility is the worst form of conceit." I do hold the winning hand.
: I shall look forward personally to exterminating you, Mr. Bond.
: The firing power inside my crater is enough to annihilate a small army. You can watch it all on TV. It's the last program you're likely to see. James Bond
: Well, if I'm gonna be forced to watch television, may I smoke? Blofeld
: Yes. Give him his cigarettes. It won't be the nicotine that kills you, Mr. Bond.
: Goodbye, Mr. Bond!
: Kill Bond! Now!
: [shows the x-ray of the PPK to Osato & Brandt
] Only one person we know uses this sort of gun. James Bond. Mr. Osato
: But Bond is dead! Helga Brandt
: It was in all the newspapers! Blofeld
: Rubbish. Bond is alive. Unless you killed him, Mr. Osato. Don't tell me you let him go. Mr. Osato
: I gave Number 11 the strictest orders to eliminate him. Blofeld
: And did she? Mr. Osato
: She failed. Helga Brandt
: [to Osato
] *You* should have killed him yourself. You had plenty of opportunities... Blofeld
: This organization does not tolerate failure. Mr. Osato
: I know, but do you see I... Blofeld
[Osato crosses the bridge over the water where the piranha are waiting
: [addressing Helga
[Helga starts across. Blofeld hits a pedal that causes the bridge bottom to drop out, sending Helga into the piranha-filled water. The lethal fish immediately converge on her and she is dead in seconds. Osato looks on in horror
: [addressing Osato
] Kill Bond! Now! Mr. Osato
: Yes, Number One! Yes. Yes, yes.
: James Bond. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong. James Bond
: Yes, this is my second life. Blofeld
: You only live twice, Mr. Bond.
[Bond is caught trying to enter the SPECTRE spacecraft
: You made a mistake, my friend. No astronaut would enter the capsule carrying his air conditioner.
[Blofeld has demanded an advance payment of $100 million in gold
] Blofeld's Financier
: Our agreement states quite clearly that no money should be paid until war has broken out between Russia and the United States. Financier #2
: This is extortion! Blofeld
: [shows his SPECTRE ring
] Extortion is my business. Go away and think it over, gentlemen. I'm busy.
: As you can see, I am about to inaugurate a little war. In a matter of hours after America and Russia have annihilated each other. We shall see a new power dominating the world.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld
: I've taught you to love chickens, to love their flesh, their voice.
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 Kirch. Sir Hillary Bray would have known!
[Bond looks down and sighs, finally aware that he has been made
] Ernst Stavro Blofeld
] Small slip. It 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. Ernst Stavro Blofeld
: I may yet suprise you. But I'm afraid you have no more suprises left for me. I know all about your mission, Mr. Bond.
[Blofeld throws Campbell's mountain climbing equipment at the floor
] Ernst Stavro Blofeld
: Your colleague! Such a keen climber, and a brilliant conversationalist... before he left us. James Bond
: You realize that he reported where I am. Ernst Stavro Blofeld
: Oh, I doubt that. In any case, no one is coming to your rescue, Mr. Bond. In a few short hours, the United Nations will receive a Yultide greeting. The information that I now possess the scientific means to control, or to destroy, the economy of the whole world. People will have more important things to deal with than you.
[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 destruction of a whole strain. Forever! Throughout an entire continent. If my demands are not met, I shall proceed with the systematic extinction of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world!
[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.
: Think twice 007, it's a long way down.
: I trust you had a pleasant "fright"!
[Blofeld dangles from a helicopter
: Put me down! Put me down! James Bond
: Oh, you want to get off?
[Bond drops Blofeld down a giant smokestack
: Mr Bond! We can do a deal! I'll buy you a delicatessen! In stainless steel!
: Siamese fighting fish, fascinating creatures. Brave but of the whole stupid. Yes they're stupid. Except for the occasional one such as we have here who lets the other two fight. While he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself, and then like SPECTRE... he strikes! Rosa Klebb
: I find the parallel... amusing. Ernst Blofeld
: Our organization did not arrange for you to come over from the Russians just for amusement, Number 3.
: [aboard his yacht
] Bond is still alive and the Lektor is not yet in our possession. I've negotiated with the Russians for its return; we've agreed on a price. And S.P.E.C.T.R.E. ALWAYS delivers what it promises. Our entire organization survives upon the keeping of those promises...
: I warned you: We do NOT tolerate failure, Number Three. You know the penalty. Rosa Klebb
] Yes, Number One. Blofeld
: Our rules are very simple: if you fail...
[Morzeny kicks Kronsteen with a poisoned blade; he slowly collapses to the floor
: Twelve seconds. One of these days we must invent a faster-working venom. Number Three! Rosa Klebb
: Yes, sir? Blofeld
: I do not wish to have to tell the Russians that there will be ANOTHER delay. Rosa Klebb
: There will be no delay, Number One. There's still time.
: Three men were found dead on the Orient Express train at Trieste. One of them was Grant. What have you got to say about that Number Five? Kronsteen
: It was Klebb's choice. Her people failed. Rosa Klebb
: It was your plan they followed implicitly. Kronsteen
: Impossible. It was perfect. Rosa Klebb
: Except for one thing, they were dealing with Bond. Kronsteen
: Who is Bond compared with Kronsteen?
: [final lines
] A splendid effort Francisco. My compliments. Francisco Scaramanga
: Thank you Number One. Of course your plan was perfectly conceived. The rivals devoured one another, as you predicted. Number One
: Yes, but in removing Auric and Julius, we may have created a third threat to the organization. Francisco Scaramanga
: So what of this Goldeneye? Number One
: I will keep an eye of my own on that one.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld
: SPECTRE is a dedicated fraternity whose strength lies in the absolute integrity of its members.
: I am Supreme Commander of SPECTRE, the Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion. Yesterday morning, the American Air Force launched 2 cruise missiles from Swadley Air Base in Great Britain. Through the ingenuity of SPECTRE, the dummy warheads they carried were replaced with *live*, *nuclear* warheads. Your weapons of destruction are now safely in our possession and will be moved to two secret targets. Please note the serial numbers of the missiles; they will confirm the truth. Your weapons of deterrence did not deter us from our objective! A terrible catastrophe now confronts you. However, it can be avoided by paying a tribute to our organization, amounting to twenty-five percent of your respective countries' annual oil purchases. We have accomplished two of the functions that the name SPECTRE embodies: terror and extortion. If our demands are not met within seven days, we shall ruthlessly apply the third: revenge!