Fiona: But the music is gonna go on all night, anyhow. Enough to drive you wild. You like wild things, Mr. Bond, Mr. James Bond? Ah!
Bond: Wild? You should be locked up in a cage.
Fiona: Mm. Mm, this bed feels like a cage. All these bars. Do you think I'll be... *safe*?
Emilio Largo: *Every* man has his passion. Mine is fishing. What is yours, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Well, I'm not what you'd call a passionate man.
[eyes Domino]
Domino: [chuckles] I think it's time I went to change.
Emilio Largo: You must let me show you around.
Bond: Oh, I'd love that!
Emilio Largo: I *thought* you might.
Miss Moneypenny: [Looking at a photograph] A smashing figure! I don't suppose that has anything to do with your request.
Bond: Was there ever a man more misunderstood.
Miss Moneypenny: Now, James, you can't pull the wool over my eyes. You may be able to con the old man, but, I know better.
Domino: Thank you, Mister...?
Bond: James Bond. I arrived soon after you went down. I've been admiring your form.
Domino: Have you, now? You're name's James Bond and you've been admiring my form?
Bond: Mm, most girls just paddle around. You swim like a man.
Domino: So do you.
Bond: Well, I've had quite a bit of practice. Do you come here often?
Domino: Whenever I am bored. Practically every day.
Bond: Mm hmm.
Radio announcer: ...we have no plans to visit the United States. Now here's a special announcement from the overseas service of the BBC. Big Ben...
Bond: Shh!
Radio announcer: ...actually did strike seven times at six o'clock this evening. This was caused by a mechanical failure which last occurred during a violent electrical storm in eighteen hundred and
ninety-eight. Now here once again are the headlines...
Bond: Obviously stalling for time.
Felix Leiter: Well, that's it, James. We've looked about everywhere.
Bond: We've got to find that plane.
Felix Leiter: You won't find it down there. That's the Golden Grotto.
Bond: Golden Grotto?
Felix Leiter: Yeah. All you find down there are sharks.
Bond: Take
it down, I want a closer look.
Felix Leiter: Closer look at what?
Bond: Never mind, take it down quick!
[Bond sees a dark object on the sandy bottom]
Bond: Set 'er down Felix, I think we've found it.
Parking attendant: Hey! No parking here!
[recognizes Largo]
Parking attendant: Oop! Pardon, Monsieur Largo.
Emilio Largo: Is there anything else in sight?
Hydrofoil Captain: No, all clear.
Emilio Largo: Switch on the underwater landing lights.
Bond: That much we do know. But there's something we don't. The bombs: when they're being loaded aboard the Disco Volante.
Domino: How could I know that?
Bond: That you'll have to find out. It won't be easy. Could be very dangerous.
Domino: What can he do to me he hasn't already done?
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Let us now proceed with new business. We will hear from Number Two, who's in charge of our NATO project, the most ambitious SPECTRE has ever undertaken. Your report, Number Two.
Emilio Largo: Thank you, Number One. Our intention is to demand the ransom of the North Atlantic treaty powers, of two hundred and eighty million dollars: a
hundred million pounds. I have sent SPECTRE agent Count Lippe to the south of England, where he is making the necessary preparations. He is at a health clinic, conveniently located near the NATO air base.
Shrublands Receptionist: [the fire alarm is ringing] What's happened? What's going on?
Bond: I don't know. Could it be the front door bell?
Pat Fearing: No, it most certainly could *not*.
Bond: Oh well, eh...
Pat Fearing: Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
Bond: Eh,
it's funny you should say that.
Emilio Largo: [to his men] It's Quist!
[to a shark]
Emilio Largo: Gently, my friend, gently.
[to Quist]
Emilio Largo: What did you find?
Quist: Nothing.
Emilio Largo: You saw Bond?
Quist: Yes, I saw him.
Emilio Largo: What
happened?
[Quist is silent, Largo slaps him with towel]
Emilio Largo: You let him get the better of you.
[gestures toward shark pool, Largo's men throw Quist in]
Quist: No!
Pinder: Governor's not very happy, but you'll have a power cut as you requested, all over the island.
Bond: I don't give a damn about the rest of the island. I just want the lights out in Palmyra.
Pinder: You'll have it.
Disco Volante radio operator: Paris, Sir. Number One on the scrambler.
Emilio Largo: Number Two speaking. Phase Two completed.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Number Two has done well. Unlike Count Lippe, whose choice of Angelo might have jeopardized the success of our project. Send a message to the Execution Branch.