— 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.
— That's a Dom Perignon '55. It would be a pity to break it.
— I prefer the '53 myself.
Quarrel, if you see a dragon you get in first and breathe on him, you hear. With all that rum in you, he'll die happy.
— 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.
Yes, I know. He's here now. I don't know what happened. All right. I'll try and keep him here for a couple of hours. All right... I'll have to go now. All right. I'll call you later.
— Go ahead. Sit down. Why have you disobeyed my strictest rule and come in daylight?
— I had to. Bond came to see me this morning.
— Yes, I know. I gave orders that he should be killed. Why is he still alive?
— Our attempts failed.
— Your attempts failed. I do not like failure. You are not going to fail me again, Professor?
— No. I came to warn you.
— Warn me?
— Tell you. Bond has discovered those rock samples of Strangways' came from Crab Key. He's not a fool. He's sure to come out here.
— I hope not. If he does, I shall hold you responsible. I make myself clear.
— Yes, quite clear.
— Go to the table. You see what is in the cage? Pick it up.
— Stay where you are!
— I can assure you, my intentions are strictly honorable.
— What's your name?
— Ryder.
— Ryder what?
— Honey Ryder.
— What's so funny about it?
— Nothing. It's a very pretty name.
— You never take me to dinner looking like this, James. You never take me to dinner, period.
— I would, you know, only M would have me court-martialed for illegal use of government property.
— Flattery will get you nowhere, but don't stop trying. Now.