Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The same person who set me up then set me up to get Zao out.
Let's just say my relationships don't seem to last.
Live to die another day
Imagine a second sun...
James? What's going on?
It doesn't anymore.
That's pretty good tailoring.
There's some kind of marking here.
First, we kill off your bone marrow. Wipe the DNA slate clean.
- What happened to you? - Bond.
They don't look too convinced.
- I don't need a wheelchair. - No?
- GG. - Let me see.
Well, Bond got away real fast, didn't he?
All units report. Now!
With great respect, a man like him could blow my cover.
You volunteered for this, but in three months, you've found next to nothing.
Unless you want to be known as Fidel Castrato.
Born on Friday the 13th.
You see, I have a gift.
At least we're gonna die rich.
Who says I'm good?
"How much time have you got?"
Kill him. Now!
Looks like we're going down together.
Do you see, Father?
My African military friends owe you many thanks, Colonel Moon.
Bond.
I was just testing it out.
I know the feeling.
What would I do without you?
Well, the fun is about to come to a dead end.
I enjoyed last night, James...
Icarus will lock on to the heat signature and concentrate the sun's power.
- Manual. - Come on!
And this is when I create.
Okay.
It's been fun.
Like watching you flail around in your ignorance.
Mojito, por favor.
And now the hard-liners have their proof.
Do you know why?
Your very existence denied.
Does this place have a pool? Only if we're attacked by a giant space laser sir.
This is where our most cutting-edge technology is developed.
You know, I've missed your sparkling personality.
I heard of this place.
They feast like there's no tomorrow
Vodka martini. Plenty of ice, if you can spare it.
That was all.
.
Let's go!
I give you Icarus!
Universal Exports. Check with your boss.
That's a hit.
You'll find he's dead and she's only got a flesh wound.
This mine is fake, but the lasers...
Or even any luggage, sir?
Moneypenny.
So you live… To die another Tuesday