Remember this one? Any time you ever muttered something else under your breath when a character was speaking, here’s the place to give it voice.
Fr’instance:
Bond: Well, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? I have a confession to make.
Helga: What?
Bond: Actually, I’m a spy.
Helga: You? Ha!
M: “It seems the good doctor has cleared you, notes you have exceptional stamina.”
Moneypenny: “I’m sure she was touched by his dedication…Did you check him for venereal disease?”
Bond: “It might be useful to know your real name.”
“Fields.”
“Just Fields?”
“Strawberry Fields.”
“In that case, let me take you down…”
“I’m not listening.”
“Sure, living is easy with eyes closed…”
“I’ve heard it all before - it’s no use.”
“Are you saying ‘nothing is real’? Well, that’s nothing to get hung about…”
“You’re such an a**hole.”
M: “You’ll be glad to know, I straightened things out with the Americans. Your friend Leiter’s been promoted. He replaced Beam.”
Bond: “Well, then the right people kept their jobs.”
M: “Something like that. Beam is running for president.”
Bond: “Oh hell…”
“Can you see the headlines? British agent murders beautiful Russian spy, then kills himself?..The first one won’t kill you. Not the second. Not even the third. Not til you crawl over here and kiss my foot.”
“Hold on, how is it going to look like suicide if I have multiple gunshot wounds?”
“What?”
“I mean, poor aim is one thing, but four rounds to kill myself? Isn’t that kind of stretching it?”
“Shut up!”
“Maybe it’d sound more convincing to just claim I ran myself over with a car?”
Bond opens Drax’s safe with his X-ray cigarette case.
Corinne: “That’s amazing!”
Bond (holding case up to her chest): “There you are, you see - you have a heart of gold.”
Corinne: “You think I’m a what?!”
Jinx: “Ornithologist, huh? Wow…(glances down) now there’s a mouthful.”
Bond: “That was a really terrible line.”
Jinx: “You think I don’t know that? I didn’t write it. I just won an Oscar, but it wasn’t for performing this script.”
Bond: “If you can maintain your sincerity reciting this dreck, you deserve another one.”
On a similar note of awful attempt at double entendre…
“Sorry Felix, I can’t, something bigs come up”
“James…I’ve told you before, we’re as close as two friendly colleagues can be, but that doesn’t stretch to you describing your junk in what you think is a double entendre, I dont need that mental image”
“That’s like listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.”
“Earmuffs? You mean those things that keep your ears warm in the winter?”
“What? No. This is Florida!”
“But James, you said…”
“No, no, earmuffs! Those things that go over your ears and there’s a cable connecting them to your stereo.”
“Earphones.”
“Right, sorry, earphones. Without earphones you miss the best parts of the song. Never listen to the Beatles without them.”