Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Women! Walkie-talkie.

Of all the fouled-up, half-witted operations!

whoever hired him could afford a million dollars.

Born in a circus. Father, the ringmaster. Mother, English. A snake charmer.

- A water pistol? - Pass me that robe.

Moreover, this trinket, as you call it,

Press that pedal, boy.

I did not hire you to interfere in my affairs.

A spectacular trick-shot artist by the time he was ten and a local Rio gunman at 15.

- inform our man here. Lieutenant Hip. - Sorry, Commander.

Wouldn't you agree? That's all, 007.

But no solex until the money is in the bank, right?

I see why these packets carry a government warning.

I prefer the 62, myself.

- There's no place he wouldn't find me. - You need a good lawyer.

I've been dreaming about a solex agitator.

Oh, that would have been too easy.

May I remind you that you work for me.

You have five fingers. The butt is balanced for the pressure of three.

I feel I know you, although I never thought we should ever meet.

There's a small seaplane approaching your island.

Stay in there, Goodnight. We've got you spotted.

His junk is moored around the corner.

- Goodnight! - James!

Our famous solex in the still down there transmits heat to the thermal generators.

Mm! I was hoping you'd say that.

Anything you have to say, you can say at the station.

Q Branch have been making irregular calibres for most unusual purposes.

Then this whole damn place will go sky-high.

Still, beats a bag of peanuts.

Ling Po, see this gentleman out.

I had to get you away from the police, but didn't know how much you knew.

I do not expect wounds, only a clean kill.

- I have to help James. - Something's wrong?

I prefer the '62 myself.

You pointy-heads has no more idea of traffic control than a gooney bird!

- I hope you can swim, Goodnight. - This way.

James? James, are you still there?

It would be my proudest moment if I could make something for you, Mr Bond.

So I think it's fair to assume that he has the edge on you.

Good morning, sir.

There can't be that many in Hong Kong.

- Servant problem, I suppose? - Not at all.

They went left, boy.

You're under arrest.

This should run a few electric toothbrushes.

The energy crisis is still with us.

We've been through that routine.

Neither have I, actually.

If you say so, Mr Bond.

- Er, sir? - Yes?

- A what? - A mammary gland. A third nipple, sir.

The thought had occurred to me.

Please believe me. I'm risking my life to come here.