Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

hearts and stomachs good comrades make. (laughs)
But as long as you're alive, we'll never know what he's up to.
Vienna's beautiful, just like Georgi said.
I told you!
Right. Looks like it's a dead end here anyway.
Hundred thousand changes
Absolutely. Go ahead. I'm all yours.
Pushkin wants the money back.
(shouts in Afghan)
- The KGB sniper? Why bring her here? - She's not a KGB sniper.
Take her, too. She's a defector.
You're going back for Georgi, aren't you?
Thank you so... What's this?
You're not coming with me?
(bell rings)
Pushkin should be in Tangiers in two days' time.
Help him or I kill you both.
- (siren) - Evacuate the main building.
I have here General Pushkin's assassin. British Agent O07, James Bond.
She is a defector, too.
Welcome to Afghanistan.
Looks like they just found us.
Sortez, s'iI vous plait.
Lock the door.
He follows orders, not instincts
Felix Leiter! Now, what's the CIA doing here?
Soviet and Western Intelligence could destroy each other.
You're English. Who are you?
Sorry, Mr Bond. You'll have to leave the metal.
Ah-ah-ah-ah
- (loud rock music) - Ah! Good!
whose arm was injured during an intermission last week,
- Your cello‘s a Stradivarius? - A famous one. The Lady Rose.
Diamonds hidden in the ice.
No, of course not.
Whoever she was, I must have scared the living daylights out of her.
Thank you so much! Thank you!
- The sniper was a woman. - I noticed.
(television)
- Two of our agents are dead. - My condolences.
And you're going to the Khyber Pass.
Look, come with us tomorrow. After our mission, I'll see what I can do.
and try to have you assigned to the Siberian Philharmonic Orchestra.
What defection?
He hates our new policy of détente.
Ah-ah-ah-ah
What's the matter?
Control here. 007's on his way.
General Pushkin!
(speaking foreign language)
Very good. At ease, Sergeant.
I didn't know you were such a music lover, James.
Hey! You looking for a party?
(whistles)
I'm sorry, James. For you I have great affection,
You know, Meade should have taken another 35,000 casualties.
- You know him? - He's a patron of the arts.
Real reason?
(screeching)
They let you go so they could follow you.