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: 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.
[Bond throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day
: But today is the thirteenth, Commander. James Bond
: I'm superstitious.
: She likes you, I can see it. James Bond
: You must give me the name of your oculist.
[Draco proposes that Bond marries his daughter
] James Bond
: I find her fascinating. But, she needs a psychiatrist, not me. Draco
] What she needs is a man... to *dominate* her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!
: Do not kill me, Mr. Bond. At least not until we've had a drink. And if you wish, I'll give you another chance.
: A martini for our guest, Olympe. Olympe
: A pleasure. Draco
: Shaken, not stirred. Olympe
: Of course. Draco
: A Compari, for me.
: Listen to me, on the day you marry her, I'll give you a personal dowry of one million pounds in gold. James Bond
: That's quite an inducement - but, I don't need a million pounds. Draco
: Stupido! James Bond
: And I have a bachelor's taste for freedom. Draco
: Please! Just tease her some more. Who knows what will come of it.
: You have connections not open to me. Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld? Draco
: Blofeld? Some of my men have recently defected to him. I don't know where he is. James Bond
: Can you find out? Draco
: If I could, I wouldn't tell Her Majesty's Secret Service.
: [Placing a phone call
] Hello, Draco. Draco
: Yes, who is it? James Bond
: Bond, James Bond.