Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Big Ben struck seven times at six o'clock this evening.
Couldn't miss. She has two moles on the left thigh.
- Can I have a lift? - Sure.
Tell them I only did what I had to do, what I was told to do.
They're enough to drive you mad!
The Home Secretary.
- I can't swim! - Never too late to learn.
It's Quist!
Now?
That's how they could leave and get back.
Vargas
Better than that. Near 20.
- For effort. - Thank you.
Pull!
- Clever. - Obviously you'd use it as a last resort.
I'm sorry, James. I didn't mean to embarrass you, speaking of love. I know...
Do you think she's worth going after?
James, you can't pull the wool over my eyes.
Perhaps you know them. The Largos.
There are just one or two formalities...
All right. Thank you.
Strange as it may seem, I've grown accustomed to your face.
Mr Angelo. Heart attack last night.
Mr Janni, Mr Vargas.
Extensive search has not found any evidence of a crash or landing.
- Yes. - Good.
So, what sharp little eyes you've got!
is purely philanthropic.
Sorry, old chap. Better luck next time.
And worldwide reports have proved negative
- Do you come here often? - When I'm bored. Practically every day.
Bond, Damn Bond! Keel had m!
Most girls just paddle around.
Sea egg spines. They're poisonous!
Look, do you mind?
Let's get back to Nassau.
He will break any heart without regret
200.
- Oh, hello! - Oh, hello.
Here.
It takes eight pictures in rapid succession.
You'll be accompanied by a NATO representative, Commandant Derval.
His watch. Identification disc.
You seem to be unbeatable, Mr Bond.
That's all, until you discuss your individual assignments with me.
I'll be down right away. Thank you.
The Air Force searched the area 250 miles out of Nassau.
- About conch chowder? - Being an aphrodisiac.
Thank you, Number One.
where the atomic bombs may be recovered.
It just so happens that I like conch chowder.
Does not make love.
Yeah. All you'll find down there are sharks.
I'm afraid we'll have to pay their price.
No.
- What do you want?! - We're activating the bombs.
Now look. You know we're going to be too late.
That's him!
- We pay back everything. - There will be no need.
Fiona Volpe.
- What do I do then? - Go straight up on deck.
I've come to offer my sincere condolences.
It's stuffy. I want a breath of air.
Thank you.
Shouldn't you get out of those wet clothes?
- False alarm? - Afraid so.
A capsule in the mouth. What do you think? Cyanide?
Well, can’t win them all
Put that away. Angelo is right.
- Mr Largo? - Yes, sir.
I must be six inches taller.