Lois Chiles: Holly Goodhead

Moonraker

Holly Goodhead

James Bond: [Seeing Jaws approaching them on the Pão de Açúcar tram] I might have guessed!
Dr. Holly Goodhead: You know him?
James Bond: Not socially. His name's Jaws, he kills people.

Dr. Holly Goodhead: I still don't know if I trust you.
James Bond: I don't know if I trust you either. That's what makes it more exciting, doesn't it?

Hugo Drax: [EARLY DRAFT: Drax hastily grabs a pistol, then trains it on Bond who has cornered him] At least I shall have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery, Mr. Bond.
[He chuckles as Bond raises his hands; then 007 shoots him with a poison dart from his wrist-gun. Drax, gasping, drops the pistol and staggers backwards into the airlock]
James Bond: Allow me, Mr. Drax...
[He closes the airlock door after his arch-nemesis]
James Bond: ... Send a postcard from that next world!
[He closes the door and ejects Drax into space]
Dr. Holly Goodhead: [rejoining 007] Where's Drax?
James Bond: He just went off the air.

Dr. Holly Goodhead: Come on, Mr. Bond. A 70-year-old can take 3 G's.
James Bond: Well, the trouble is there's never a 70-year-old around when you need one.

James Bond: Oh, I suppose you're right, Holly. We would be better off working together. Détente?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Agreed.
James Bond: Understanding?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Possibly.
James Bond: Co-operation?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Maybe.
James Bond: Trust?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Out of the question.

Dr. Holly Goodhead: [Bond surprises Holly by emerging from the shadows of her hotel room] ... To what do I owe this - ah - unexpected pleasure?
James Bond: ...Your friend Chang just tried to kill me.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: I hope you don't think *I* had anything to do with that. Where is Chang now?
James Bond: [in reference to having tossed Chang through a large glass clock-face to his death] Well, he was being a naughty boy, so I gave him a time-out. A permanent one.
[He discovers a concealed arsenal among her baggage]
James Bond: ... Standard CIA equipment. And the CIA placed you with Drax, correct?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Very astute of you, James.
James Bond: Oh, not really. I have friends in low places.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Could this possibly be the moment for us to pool our resources?
James Bond: It could have its compensations.
[They embrace and kiss]

Hugo Drax: Despite your efforts, my finely-wrought dream approaches its fulfillment.
James Bond: And what dream are you speaking of?
Hugo Drax: Witness the splendor of my conception. First: a necklace of death about the Earth. Fifty globes, each releasing its nerve gas over a designated area, each capable of killing 100 million people. The human race, as you know it, will cease to exist. Second: a rebirth, the rise of a new world.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Any dream rooted in that sort of holocaust hasn't a chance, Drax. Hitler thought so, remember?
Hugo Drax: [chuckles] So I've been told by others. We shall see whether I have learned enough from the mistakes of his Third Reich to succeed where he failed.

Dr. Holly Goodhead: Well, Mr. Bond, I guess we'd better get started. You don't wanna lost time as well as the space shuttle, do you?

Dr. Holly Goodhead: This evening I'm giving my address.
James Bond: Then can you think of a reason why we can't go for a drink afterwards?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Not immediately. But I'm sure I shall.

Dr. Holly Goodhead: I can't hold this course much longer. We'll break up at two hundred thousand feet.
James Bond: Just a few seconds more...

Dr. Holly Goodhead: It's entering our stratosphere! James, this is our last chance!