— I read your obituary of me.
— And?
— Appalling.
— Yeah, I knew you'd hate it.
— What can I bring you back from Holland?
— A diamond? In a ring?
— Would you settle for a tulip?
— One million dollars, Mr. Bond. You were wondering what it cost.
— As a matter of fact, I was.
— Forgive my not shaking hands. It becomes a bit awkward with these. A misfortune. You were admiring my aquarium.
— Yes. It's quite impressive.
— A unique feat of engineering, if I may say so. I designed it myself. The glass is convex, 10 inches thick, which accounts for the magnifying effect. Minnows pretending they're whales.
— Just like you on this island, Dr. No.
— It depends, Mr. Bond, on which side of the glass you are.
— Can I borrow a match?
— I use a lighter.
— That's better still.
— Until they go wrong.
— That's a Dom Perignon '55. It would be a pity to break it.
— I prefer the '53 myself.
— Interesting. Where were you measured for this, bud?
— My tailor. Savile Row.
— That so? Mine's a guy in Washington. Felix Leiter, Central Intelligence Agency.
Miss Moneypenny: — Where in the world are you, James?
James Bond: — I've just been reviewing an old case.
Sylvia Trench: — So I'm an old case now, am I?
James Bond: — It's the office. Tell him I'm on my way, will you.
Sylvia Trench: — He is not on his way.
James Bond: — Sylvia, behave. We'll do this again some other time soon.
Sylvia Trench: — Do what? Last time you said that, you went off to Jamaica. I haven't seen you for six months.
James Bond: — I'll be there in an hour.
Miss Moneypenny: — I'll tell him. Your old case sounds interesting, James.
James Bond: — Make that an hour and a half.
— I can see the face of the other man now.
— Krilencu! So, he's back. Another Bulgarian they use as a killer. Just the man for the limpet mine job. I've had trouble with him before. But he's stayed out of Istanbul for over a year now. Take a look. You should remember him. This man kills for pleasure.
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