Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Forgive me, Mr Bond. A vulgar display, but I couldn't resist it
As soon as I have finished this delicious lunch that Nick Nack has prepared for us.
when it's ready to yield billions.
On my command each contestant will take 20 paces.
I think we've stopped.
50 bahts.
Just push every damn button, will you?
I am, as you can see now, completely unarmed.
Well, your concern for my wellbeing is touching,
Take these goddamn bracelets off!
We should make Hong Kong in about... eight hours.
All legitimate, as far as we know.
Wowee!
- Ow! You're hurting my arm. - Then tell me where those bullets go.
No. To the nearest pharmacy.
You're not thinking of...?
What's goin' on? What the hell are you doin' now, boy?
Madam, would you be good enough to move this inverted bedpan?
And everything else warm, I trust.
That is really all there is to report, sir.
Perhaps you can have that too.
The sights are a bit off.
But it still remains the only true test for gentlemen.
nineteen, twenty!
I submit that finding Gibson and his solar cell data is more important than ever.
- Ready. - I will now begin the count.
THEN I MUST ADD IT TO MY LIST OF JAMES BOND PODCASTS
That's an amusing idea, but I was thinking in terms of history.
Can you hear me? James!
Because they couldn't find the bullet!
Yy
- Why would he alert me? - Psychological.
- I thought we were going to the station. - Kowloon side.
But let us forget the past.
Designed by Q, no doubt. One of them's a suicide pill, I suppose.
Now, here we have an interesting problem.
Goodnight, would I do that to you after two years?
Doors.
You must admit I am now undeniably the Man with the Golden Gun.
Good girl, Goodnight. You've done it.
Good afternoon.
What with the Chinese on one side and the US fleet on the other,
There’s a useful 4 letter word And your full of it!
He will literally have the sun in his pocket.
Reception. Can I help you?
because they're very expensive.
Stop it!
Get your cotton-picking schnoz out of my pants. Hear now?
British Secret Service, 007, licensed to kill.
Bye-ee.
Ah, mais oui - Bill!
She's making the arrangements.
You want to try one of mine?
Who do you think sent that bullet to London with your number on it?
will be mine.
James, it's wonderful to see you.
Flat on his coup de gr‚ce.
I've lost my charm!
I'll buy you dinner, but first I have official business to attend to.
Officially you won't know a thing about it, sir.
Forgive me, darling.
- Even has my number on it. - Precisely.
You really know far more about it than I do.
Turn around.
It's collected through this?