Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I told you not to disturb us.

- Come on, tell me the truth. - Let's not talk shop.

Well, are you buying or selling?

- May I quote you on that, Mr Howe? - Certainly.

So I took this job as state geologist

- James! - Turn!

A hundred million dollars?!

Mr, Saff-in Safe-in

- What are you serving? Whiskas? - I only have leftovers in the fridge.

I'm neglecting my other guests. You'll find the young ladies stimulating company.

I see you are a connoisseur, Monsieur Bond.

Looks as though you'll have a good turnout for the sale tomorrow.

Mortner implanted one of these microchips into Pegasus.

One burst in outer space over the UK and everything with a microchip in it,

I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before.

Tell me, why do Zorin's horses beat others with superior bloodlines?

No, not severely. Silicon Valley's too far away.

- What's the position? - 007 alive.

What are these tunnels for under these lakes?

He's the outstanding horse of the sales.

Chuck Lee, CIA. It's a pleasure working with 007.

You cut the line.

I'm Stacey. Sutton.

We're behind schedule.

Let's see where Mr St John Smythe is.

- So at college I studied geology. - And then what happened?

As I see it, you need a stallion. For breeding.

- I wish you wouldn't keep wandering off. - I'm sorry, sir.

Are you talking about people or horses?

Patrick Bauchau Willoughby Gray

Would you come this way, please?

And we could do with a couple of glasses.

The first time ever awarded to a non-Soviet citizen.

Good morning, sir.

All right, but let's be discreet about it.

- What happened? - I got fired.

Under an exclusive marketing agreement with me.

Well, my dear, I take it you spend a lot of time in the saddle.

A very extensive one. But we have no leads.

Immensely. St John Smythe.

And all attributed to natural causes.

The Silicon Valley operation must not be delayed.

A little over the top for the office?

Last job: Chief engineer in a South African gold mine.

That's rather neat. Don't you think?

- Yes, sir. - Bring it up to full. Slowly.

Let me through, goddammit.

- Where is he? What's he doing? - Just cleaning up a few details.

You know something? Tomorrow I shall buy you "six" dozen red roses.