James Bond: My dear, uncooperative Domino.
Domino: How do you know that? How do you know my friends call me Domino?
James Bond: It's on the bracelet on your ankle.
Domino: So... what sharp little eyes you've got.
James Bond: Wait 'til you get to my teeth.
[Placing Fiona's body in a chair after she is shot on the dance floor]
James Bond: Do you mind if my friend sits this one out? She's just dead.
Fiona: [after Bond finds her in the bathtub in his hotel room] Since you're here, would you mind giving me something to put on?
[Bond casually hands Fiona her shoes]
Emilio Largo: For you? Of course. Vargas does not drink, does not smoke, does not make love. What do you *do*, Vargas?
Pat Fearing: Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
James Bond: A poker, in the hands of a widow.
Pat Fearing: Really? I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
James Bond: Not this one. He didn't like me at all.
Domino: Vargo's behind you.
James Bond: Really...
Domino: He must have followed us.
James Bond: [shoots Vargas with a spear gun] I think he got the point.
Domino: It should have been Largo.
Fiona: You look pale, Mr. Bond. I hope I didn't frighten you.
Bond: Well you see, I've always been a nervous passenger.
Fiona: Some men just don't like to be driven.
Bond: No, some men just don't like to be taken for a ride.
[after making love to the evil Fiona Volpe]
James Bond: My dear girl, don't flatter yourself. What I did this evening was for Queen and country. You don't think it gave me any pleasure, do you?
Fiona: But of course, I forgot your ego, Mr. Bond. James Bond, the one where he has to make love to a woman, and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing. She repents, and turns to the side of right and virtue...
[she steps on Bond's foot]
Fiona: ... but not this one!
[after making love to Pat, Bond sees something suspicious on the grounds, and gets up to investigate]
Pat Fearing: James, where are you going?
James Bond: Oh, nowhere. I just thought I'd take a little, uh... exercise.
Pat Fearing: You must be joking.
Q: Now here's something I want you to use with special care. With special care.
James Bond: Everything you give me...
Q: You treat it with equal contempt. Yes, I know, but that's an underwater camera. It takes eight pictures in rapid succession by pressing that button now.
James Bond: Is that clever?
Q: If it can take pictures in the dark with an infrared film, yes.
[to the shark that almost bit him]
James Bond: You can tell of the one that got away.
Emilio Largo: Pull!
[hits the clay pigeon]
Emilio Largo: What could be easier?
Bond: Huh! Perhaps you'd call one for me.
Emilio Largo: Of course. Pull!
Bond: Seems terribly difficult.
[hits the clay pigeon while shooting from the hip]
Bond: No, it isn't, is it?
Emilio Largo: No...
Miss Moneypenny: Uh uh. In the conference room. Something pretty big. Every double-oh man in Europe's been rushed in. *And* the Home Secretary, too.
James Bond: Somebody's probably lost a dog.
[after leaving an Irrigation Therapy Room]
Bond: See you later, irrigator.
Q: Try to be a little less than your frivolous self, 007.
[Bond shows M a picture of Dominique Derval, the Vulcan pilot's sister]
M: Do we know where she is now?
James Bond: Nassau.
M: Do you think she's worth going after?
James Bond: Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that, sir...
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Number 11.
SPECTRE Number 11: Distribution of Red China narcotics in the United States: two million three hundred thousand dollars, collected by Number 9 and myself.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Two million three? Our expectations were considerably... higher, Number 11.
SPECTRE Number 11: Competition from Latin America. Prices are down.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: I anticipated that factor. Are you quite sure all monies have been accounted for by yourself and Number 9?
SPECTRE Number 11: To the penny, Number 1.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: On the contrary, I have satisfied myself that one of you is clearly guilty of embezzlement. SPECTRE's a dedicated fraternity whose strength lies in the absolute integrity of its members. The culprit is known to me. I have decided on the appropriate action.
[SPECTRE Number 9 is electrocuted in his seat]
Felix Leiter: Well, hello Double-Oh...
[James slugs Felix to shut him up, then slugs the bad guy hiding in the shower]
Felix Leiter: Fine way to treat the CIA!
James Bond: I'm sorry about that, Felix, but you were about to say double-O seven. Here.
[James gives Felix the bad guy's gun]
Felix Leiter: Well, James, did you kill him?
James Bond: You know me better than that.
James Bond: That gun, it looks more fitting for a woman.
Emilio Largo: You know much about guns, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: No, but I know a little about women.
[Bond and Largo spot Domino eavesdropping]
Bond: I hope we didn't frighten the fish.
Domino: [they begin to walk ashore] Ow! Sea egg spines. They're poisonous!
Bond: Here, give me your arm.
Emilio Largo: [lighting a cigar] You've given me much pleasure, Domino. But in return, unless you tell me how much Bond knows, I'll be forced to cause you great pain.
[picks up a handful of ice cubes]
Emilio Largo: This for heat, these for cold. Applied scientifically and slowly. Very, very slowly.
Miss Moneypenny: James, how else will you recognize her?
James Bond: Can't miss. She has two moles on her left thigh.
[after strapping Bond to the motorized traction table]
Pat Fearing: There now. First time I've felt *really* safe all day.
[turns the machine on]
Pat Fearing: I'll look in and see how you're doing in fifteen minutes.
M: I've assigned you to Station "C" Canada.
James Bond: Sir, I'd respectfully request that you change my assignment to Nassau.
M: Is there any other reason, besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
[Bond is standing in the doorway between their apartments as Fiona takes a bath]
Fiona: Aren't you in the wrong room, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Not from where I'm standing.
James Bond: [donning the underwater jet pack] ... and the kitchen sink.
Felix Leiter: On you, anything looks good.
Emilio Largo: *Every* man has his passion. Mine is fishing. What is yours, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Well, I'm not what you'd call a passionate man.
Domino: [chuckles] I think it's time I went to change.
Emilio Largo: You must let me show you around.
Bond: Oh, I'd love that!
Emilio Largo: I *thought* you might.
[after a narrow escape from a motorized traction table set on overload]
James Bond: I must be six inches taller.
Felix Leiter: What's our next move?
James Bond: The Disco Volante. If the bombs aren't aboard, they soon will be.
Felix Leiter: Who you going to ask, Largo?
James Bond: No, we won't have to.
Emilio Largo: You wish to put the evil eye on me, eh? We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
James Bond: You may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards.
Madame LaPorte: The coffin - it has your initials: J.B.
Bond: At the moment, rather him than me.
Madame LaPorte: At least you've been saved the effort of removing him. Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.
Madame LaPorte: You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself.
Bond: I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.
Count Lippe: [after Bond slides a broom handle through the handles of doors on a sitting steam bath that Lippe is in] What the hell do you think you're doing?
Bond: Now don't you worry, I'll tell the chef!
Count Lippe: Let me out of this bloody machine!
Emilio Largo: Like your friend you've been a little too clever, and now you are caught!
M: [Loud and firm as Bond, who is late, is the last agent to take a seat in the conference room] Well! Now that we're all *here*... The Prime Minister has asked the Home Secretary to come and represent him here today. The Home Secretary.
Foreign Secretary: Uh, gentlemen, uh the tape you are about to hear, was received at 10 Downing Street this morning.
Foreign Secretary: Well, we have exactly 14 hours and 50 minutes - and then I suppose we shall have to pay up and look as happy as we can - shan't we?
Miss Moneypenny: [Talking on the phone] A red square with a spike through it?
Bond: Yes, I think it's a tong sign: the Red Dragon from Macao. Ask Records to verify it, will you?
Miss Moneypenny: Uh, sorry, sweetie. You're off duty. File it till you get back.
Bond: Moneypenny, next time I see you, I'll put you across my knee.
Miss Moneypenny: On yogurt and lemon juice? Ah-ha-ha. I can hardly wait!
Pat Fearing: Take off your bath robe, please.
Bond: You never say that as if you meant it.
Pat Fearing: Arms above your head, please.
[Bond makes a pass]
Pat Fearing: Behave yourself, Mr. Bond!
Pat Fearing: You better come along with with me. Spend a few minutes in the steam room. That will help to relax you.
Pat Fearing: Might even shrink you back to size.
Pat Fearing: You wouldn't tell Doctor Wade? Please, I'd lose my job.
Bond: Well, I, I suppose my silence could have a price.
Pat Fearing: You don't mean - oh, no.
Bond: Oh, yes!
M: You may now open the folders in front of you. Code name: Thunderball. As you can see, we have 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. You'll be working with NATO, CIA and all allied intelligence units. Well, that's all - until you've discussed your individual assignments with me.
Miss Moneypenny: [Looking at a photograph] A smashing figure! I don't suppose that has anything to do with your request.
Bond: Was there ever a man more misunderstood.
Miss Moneypenny: Now, James, you can't pull the wool over my eyes. You may be able to con the old man, but, I know better.
Domino: Thank you, Mister...?
Bond: James Bond. I arrived soon after you went down. I've been admiring your form.
Domino: Have you, now? You're name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form?
Bond: Mm, most girls just paddle around. You swim like a man.
Domino: So do you.
Bond: Well, I've had quite a bit of practice. Do you come here often?
Domino: Whenever I am bored. Practically every day.
Bond: Mm hmm.
Bond: Have some of my conch chowder.
Domino: You've been reading the wrong books, Mr. Bond.
Bond: About conch chowder?
Domino: About being an aphrodisiac.
Bond: Well, it just so happens that I like conch chowder.
Emilio Largo: Someone has to lose.
Bond: Yes, I thought I saw a spectre at your shoulder.
Emilio Largo: What do you mean?
Bond: The spectre of defeat. That your luck was due to change.
Emilio Largo: We'll soon find out.
Bond: [Ordering at Cafe Martinique] Beluga caviar, Dom Perignon '55.
Bond: I understand you're Mr. Largo's niece?
Domino: Sounds better than - what would you say? Mistress? Kept woman?
Bond: [Bond sees Q enter the equipment room] Oh no.
Q: Ah, double-oh seven.
Bond: [sarcastically] What a wonderful surprise.
Q: Well, for me, too. I must say, I find this business of equipping you in the field, on the run as it were, highly irregular. Here we have a Geiger counter. Useful and unobtrusive. The sweep hand takes the radioactivity count. It's waterproof, of course.
Bond: But of course.
Emilio Largo: Pull! Of course they are watching us, my dear. What else have they to do?
Fiona: You would like Bond dead.
Emilio Largo: I can think of no better arrangement.
Fiona: Because he tries to make love to your... woman?
Emilio Largo: Because he is Bond, and, as an enemy of SPECTRE, *should* be killed.
Fiona: Mark! If Bond had died last night as a result of your hastiness, his government would have known for certain the bombs are here. When the time is right, he will be killed. Pull! I shall kill him.
Palmyra waiter: Drink, Sir.
Emilio Largo: Rum Collins, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Yes. Just about that hour, isn't it?
[checks his Geiger counter watch]
Fiona: But the music is gonna go on all night, anyhow. Enough to drive you wild. You like wild things, Mr. Bond, Mr. James Bond? Ah!
Bond: Wild? You should be locked up in a cage.
Fiona: Mm. Mm, this bed feels like a cage. All these bars. Do you think I'll be... *safe*?
Fiona: [after a lovemaking session] You made a shocking mess out of my hair, you sadistic brute. Will you zip me up, please?
Bond: Mm! No wonder you can get dressed so quickly. On the way we can have a little talk. You may find it interesting. Come on.
Fiona: I'm coming. I hate to think I'm going to miss anything.
[Bond opens the door, Largo's henchmen are there, Bond quickly closes the door]
Fiona: And now *we* can go somewhere for an interesting talk.
Bond: Friends of yours, no doubt.
[opens the door]
Bond: Come in!
Fiona: You dress quickly, too. I didn't see that gun in the mirror.
Bond: Not that it matters, but that was under the pillow all the time.
Fiona: And when did you find out?
Bond: Well, you're wearing the same ring as Largo.
Fiona: It's a ring I like to wear.
Bond: Vanity has its dangers.
Fiona: Vanity, Mr. Bond? Something you know so *much* about.
Bond: [putting his jet pack into a car trunk] No well-dressed man should be without one.
Madame LaPorte: Hmm, yes, very practical.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: We will now proceed with the area of financial reports. Number 7.
SPECTRE Number 7: Blackmail of the double agent Matsu Fujiwa. Unfortunately, only fourteen million yen: all the man had.
Radio announcer: ...we have no plans to visit the United States. Now here's a special announcement from the overseas service of the BBC. Big Ben...
Radio announcer: ...actually did strike seven times at six o'clock this evening. This was caused by a mechanical failure which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in eighteen hundred and ninety-eight. Now here once again are the headlines...
Bond: Obviously stalling for time.
Domino: Oh, something I remembered. It may not be important.
Bond: Tell me. Everything's important.
Domino: There's a small bridge over the canal. Largo never allows strangers to go near it. By the canal there's a flight of steps.
Bond: Where to the steps lead to?
Domino: Down into the sea, on the far side of Palmyra. Perhaps it *is* important, after all.
Bond: Separate pool. For sharks, no less. Move in. Hold on that line. That's Largo's place, all right. My next port of call.
Emilio Largo: I collect big game fish for various marine institutions. Magnificent creatures.
Bond: Mm, charming.
Emilio Largo: The notorious Golden Grotto Sharks. The most savage. The most dangerous.
Emilio Largo: They know when it's time for them to be fed.
Bond: That boat, is she yours?
Emilio Largo: The Disco Volante, yes. I'm very proud of her.
Bond: Uh, what does she do? About fifteen knots?
Emilio Largo: Better than that: near twenty. Perhaps you'd like to see over her.
Bond: Yes, I would, very much.
Pat Fearing: Oh, those damned airplanes. They're enough to drive you mad.
James Bond: Mm...
Pat Fearing: Unless, of course, it's that mink glove of yours.
James Bond: I'll uh, shut out the noise.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Sit down, Number Two. We will discuss your NATO project later. I regret to inform you all of the death of SPECTRE Number Six. Colonel Jacques Bouvar was killed by an unknown assassin. His services will be greatly missed.
Domino: Emilio, lunch is ready.
Emilio Largo: Thank you, my darling.
Domino: Come along, Mr. Bond. The conch chowder smells delicious.
Emilio Largo: Uh, Domino.
Emilio Largo: I was just thinking... As I'll be busy this evening, perhaps Mr. Bond will be kind enough to take you to the Junkanoo. It's our local Mardi Gras. You'll be my guest tonight, Mr. Bond.
Bond: Well, that's very kind of you.
Emilio Largo: It will be my pleasure.
Kutze: Largo told you to be careful!
Vargas: I didn't kill her. She must've taken some poison. Capsule in the mouth. What do you think? Cyanide?
Kutze: She's dead.
Felix Leiter: Who was he?
Bond: Like I said, a small fish. Working for a Mr. Largo. They've got a yacht we should take a look at. Later.
Felix Leiter: Well, that's it, James. We've looked about everywhere.
Bond: We've got to find that plane.
Felix Leiter: You won't find it down there. That's the Golden Grotto.
Bond: Golden Grotto?
Felix Leiter: Yeah. All you find down there are sharks.
Bond: Take it down, I want a closer look.
Felix Leiter: Closer look at what?
Bond: Never mind, take it down quick!
[Bond sees a dark object on the sandy bottom]
Bond: Set 'er down Felix, I think we've found it.
Bond: There's *something* camouflage down there. I'll take a look. Shoot one of those sharks. It'll keep the others occupied.
Felix Leiter: Right.
[shoots a shark dead with a rifle]
Bond: I don't know how long the others'll take... before they finish him off. But they'll be back.
Felix Leiter: I'll keep an eye on 'em.
Bond: That much we do know. But there's something we don't. The bombs: when they're being loaded aboard the Disco Volante.
Domino: How could I know that?
Bond: That you'll have to find out. It won't be easy. Could be very dangerous.
Domino: What can he do to me he hasn't already done?
Bond: Perhaps this, Sir.
[hands M the photo of Francois and Dominique Derval]
M: Uh, well?
Bond: Well, there was a photograph of that man in this dossier you gave us. His name is Derval. Well I saw him last night at Shrublands... but he was dead!
Group Captain: Oh no, Sir, not possible. He was seen boarding the Vulcan. Took off last night.
M: If 007 says he saw Derval last night at Shrublands and he was dead, that's enough for me to initiate inquiries.
Group Captain: Oh well, yes Sir, of course.
Francois Derval: You'll be here when I come back?
Fiona: Mm hmm.
Francois Derval: But I may not be in the mood then.
Fiona: Do you wanna bet?
Francois Derval: You know your Francois, huh?
Fiona: I know me.
Fiona: [seductively] Uh, shouldn't you get out of those wet clothes? You'll catch your... death of cold.
Fiona: [escorting Bond out at gunpoint] Careful, Mr. Bond. Careful.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Let us now proceed with new business. We will hear from Number Two, who's in charge of our NATO project, the most ambitious SPECTRE has ever undertaken. Your report, Number Two.
Emilio Largo: Thank you, Number One. Our intention is to demand the ransom of the North Atlantic treaty powers, of two hundred and eighty million dollars: a hundred million pounds. I have sent SPECTRE agent Count Lippe to the south of England, where he is making the necessary preparations. He is at a health clinic, conveniently located near the NATO air base.
Bond: By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?
Pat Fearing: I really don't know too much about him. A Mr. Angelo. He's here with a private physician, recuperating from an awful car crash, I understand.
Shrublands Receptionist: [the fire alarm is ringing] What's happened? What's going on?
Bond: I don't know. Could it be the front door bell?
Pat Fearing: No, it most certainly could *not*.
Bond: Oh well, eh...
Pat Fearing: Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
Bond: Eh, it's funny you should say that.
Bond: Tell London I've made contact with the girl.
Paula: Boy, is that what I call "contact!" I'll pass it through that you've *seen* the girl.
Bond: What else do you do, and where?
Domino: You don't waste time. Do you?
Domino: [places her sea star against his chest, like a badge] For effort.
Bond: Oh, thank you. I'll wear it so you'll know me next time.
Q: Now here's a miniature Very pistol, which fires a bright red flare, a distress signal. You should keep in on you, day and night.
Bond: I resent that remark.
[Bond prepares to fire the pistol]
Q: Here! Look, do you mind?
Q: Now pay attention. A recently developed, harmless, radioactive device.
Q: Which sends out a homing signal to a special receiver.
Bond: Mm! Well what am I supposed to do with this?
Q: Obviously you... swallow it.
Bond: [after extracting a sea egg spine with his teeth] It's the first time I've tasted women. They're rather good.
Bond: Tell Leiter to stay with the girl. I'll get back to him just as soon as I can.
Pinder: Anything else?
Bond: Tell him Paula's dead.
Bond: [to the pursuing shark, only in some prints of the film] Sorry old chap. Better luck next time.
Bond: [spots the two moles on her left thigh] I was right. Couldn't miss.
Domino: I'm not with you.
Bond: Oh you soon will be.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: [on tape recording] A container will be dropped off the coast of Burma, in the Mergui Archipelago, latitude twenty degrees north, longitude sixty degrees east, at twenty hundred hours Greenwich mean time on May 27th. It will hold blue white flawless diamonds, between three and eight karats, total value to be not less than than one hundred million pounds present market price. After we have recovered the container and verified its contents you will be notified on radio frequency sixteen point two three megacycles where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
Fiona: What's your name?
Bond: James Bond.
Fiona: Fiona Volpe.
[Fiona takes a turn at high speed]
Bond: Fly here often?
Fiona: Do I make you nervous?
Bond: No. It's just that I have no desire to be... capsized twice in one night.
Fiona: Well, at least you won't have to... swim ashore. Have you been here before, Mr. Bond?
Bond: No, I haven't. But, uh, this *is* the road to Nassau?
Fiona: Yes... Eventually.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: [on tape recording] My dear Prime Minister, two atomic bombs, numbers 4-5-6 and 4-5-7, which were aboard NATO Flight 7-5-9, are now in the possession of SPECTRE. 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 of America. Please signal your acceptance of our terms by arranging for Big Ben to strike seven times at six p.m. tomorrow.
Parking attendant: Hey! No parking here!
Parking attendant: Oop! Pardon, Monsieur Largo.
Fiona: What a blow it must have been: You having a failure.
James Bond: Well, you can't win them all.
Bond: [after noticing Domino frowning as she notices Quist] Friend of yours?
Domino: He works for my guardian.
Bond: Your guardian has you watched?
Domino: He likes to know where I am.
Bond: I don't blame him.
Emilio Largo: Is there anything else in sight?
Hydrofoil Captain: No, all clear.
Emilio Largo: Switch on the underwater landing lights.
Count Lippe: [a man's hand turns up Bond's traction machine to full] Nice to have met you, Mr. Bond.
Bond: Madame, I've, uh, come to offer my sincere condolences.
[slugs madame in the jaw]
Bond: My dear Colonel Bouvar, I don't think you should have opened that car door by yourself.
Miss Moneypenny: *You* are late!
James Bond: Yes. Some people on the roads really burn you up these days.
Emilio Largo: Perhaps *you'd* like to take the shoe - my friend won't mind - Mister...
James Bond: Bond.
Emilio Largo: Ah yes! Mr. Bond. One of my associates talk about you.
James Bond: Nothing bad, I hope.
Emilio Largo: [to his men] It's Quist!
[to a shark]
Emilio Largo: Gently, my friend, gently.
Emilio Largo: What did you find?
Emilio Largo: You saw Bond?
Quist: Yes, I saw him.
Emilio Largo: What happened?
[Quist is silent, Largo slaps him with towel]
Emilio Largo: You let him get the better of you.
[gestures toward shark pool, Largo's men throw Quist in]
Emilio Largo: Turn the underwater lights on. TV closed circuit. Hand grenades.
Pinder: Governor's not very happy, but you'll have a power cut as you requested, all over the island.
Bond: I don't give a damn about the rest of the island. I just want the lights out in Palmyra.
Pinder: You'll have it.
Emilio Largo: Stop it! Stop it! You fools! He's got you all shooting at each other!
Emilio Largo: No no! No! I've got a better idea.
[Largo activates the pool cover motor]
Emilio Largo: Lift the tunnel hatch and let them eat.
Bond: Look at this! An underwater hatch.
Felix Leiter: Yeah. So *that's* how they could leave and get back.
Bond: Yes, and nobody saw them. Obviously the whole operation was carried out underwater. That's where we'll have to look for the plane. Come on, Felix.
Pat Fearing: *Behave* yourself, Mr. Bond! Oh, I can see there's only one place to keep *you* quiet.
[pulls back a curtain to reveal a traction table]
Bond: And what's this?
Pat Fearing: A motorized traction table for stretching the spine. Some patients call it "The Rack."
Bond: I'm not surprised.
Pat Fearing: Oh, get on.
Bond: Where's the kickstarter?
Pat Fearing: Oh, stop fooling around, and face down, please.
Ambulance Attendant: His watch, identification disc.
Palazzi: Au revoir.
Fiona: No, no. He always says "ciao."
Fiona: And the cap: it's too far back on your head.
Palazzi: The rest of my money: just have it ready.
Pat Fearing: [after seeing Bond pause to watch a body being loaded into an ambulance] Mr. Angelo. Heart attack last night.
Bond: I'm not surprised.
Disco Volante radio operator: Paris, Sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Emilio Largo: Number Two speaking. Phase Two completed.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Number Two has done well. Unlike Count Lippe, whose choice of Angelo might have jeopardized the success of our project. Send a message to the Execution Branch.
Domino: He's going to be impossible if his luck doesn't change.
Bond: Somehow I don't think it will, tonight.
Bond: Are you sleeping aboard tonight?
Domino: I *hoped* you'd not be so obvious.
Bond: Well, when one has little time one sort of *has* to be obvious.
Domino: You know where you can find me.
Bond: Get your radio man onto Orlando Beach. Warn them the target is Miami. Also, the bomb is transferred from the Disco Volante onto a wreck off Fowley Point.
Felix Leiter: Right. Hang onto that.
Palazzi: Not enough. Hundred thousand dollars is not enough.
Fiona: What are you trying to say?
Palazzi: I changed my mind. Two years of my life. Studying the film, the reports. Plastic operations, voice lessons. Make it a quarter of a million. Or get someone else.
Ambulance Attendant: There *is* no one else.
Palazzi: Exactly. *I* am Derval.
[the ambulance attendant points a pistol at Angelo's back]
Fiona: Put that away. Angelo is right. I'll inform Number One we made a new arrangement. This is merely a down payment.
Palazzi: Alright, but against quarter of a million.
Fiona: May I cut in?
Girl in Kiss Kiss Club: You should have told me your wife was here!
Bond: [to Fiona, as they dance] Do you come here often?
Fiona: It's no good you trying to escape, Mr. Bond.
Bond: I don't want to escape. Strange as it may seem, I've grown accustomed to your face.
Fiona: Why don't you come with us quietly?
Bond: You don't seem to understand. You see, I *enjoy* my dancing.
[Deftly moves Fiona so that she blocks a fatal gunshot aimed at him]