James Bond woos a mob boss's daughter and goes undercover to uncover the true reason for Blofeld's allergy research in the Swiss Alps that involves beautiful women from around the world.

James Bond: [to the camera] This never happened to the other fellow.
[last lines]
James Bond: [Tracy has just been shot and killed] It's all right. It's quite all right, really. She's having a rest. We'll be going on soon. There's no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.
[after Blofeld hits a tree]
James Bond: He's branched off.
[a bad guy chasing Bond skis into a snow blower, which then spews red snow]
James Bond: He had a lot of guts.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Merry Christmas, 007.
James Bond: [as Hillary Bray] I'm Sir Hillary Bray.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: No no no, Mr. Bond. Respectable baronets from the College of Heralds do "not" seduce female patients in clinics. On the other hand, they do get their professional details... "right". The De Bleauchamps tombs are "not" in the Augsburg Cathedral as you said, but in the Ste. Anna Kirch. Sir Hillary Bray would have known!
[Bond looks down and sighs, finally aware that he has been made]
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: [beat] Small slip. It takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a Herald.
[breaks Bond's glasses]
James Bond: [normal voice] It'll take more than cutting off your earlobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a Count.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: I may yet suprise you. But I'm afraid you have no more suprises left for me. I know all about your mission, Mr. Bond.
[Blofeld throws Campbell's mountain climbing equipment at the floor]
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Your colleague! Such a keen climber, and a brilliant conversationalist... before he left us.
James Bond: You realize that he reported where I am.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Oh, I doubt that. In any case, no one is coming to your rescue, Mr. Bond. In a few short hours, the United Nations will receive a Yultide greeting. The information that I now possess the scientific means to control, or to destroy, the economy of the whole world. People will have more important things to deal with than you.
[Draco proposes that Bond marries his daughter]
James Bond: I find her fascinating. But, she needs a psychiatrist, not me.
Draco: [abruptly] What she needs is a man... to *dominate* her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!
James Bond: This never happened to the other fella.
Tracy: Why do you persist in rescuing me, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: It's becoming quite a habit, isn't it, Contessa Teresa?
Tracy: Teresa was a Saint; I'm known as Tracy.
James Bond: Well, Tracy, next time play it safe and stand on 5.
Tracy: People who want to stay *alive* play it safe.
James Bond: Please, stay alive! At least for tonight.
Irma Bunt: [Speaking to Grunther in German; translated] Make sure that everyone is locked up. The guest is not to be disturbed. Even though you didn't find anything in his luggage, be on your watch. The director must not be disturbed.
[wishing Bond luck on his wedding day]
Q: Look, James, I know that we haven't always exactly seen... well, anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...
James Bond: Thank you, Q, but this time I've got the gadgets and I know how to use them.
[Bond is secretly asking Draco for assistance]
James Bond: I'd like to interest you in a demolition deal that requires certain aerial activity to install equipment.
[Blofeld wants to share his life with Tracy]
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Now, if you're very, very nice to me. I could make you my Countess.
Tracy: But I'm already a Countess.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Whereas if you displease me, I can promise you a very *different* estate.
[a girl writes on Bond's leg under the table, to which Bond makes an awkward face]
Irma Bunt: Is anything ze matter, Sir Hilary?
James Bond: Just a slight stiffness coming on... due to the altitude, no doubt.
[first lines]
Q: I've been saying for years, sir, that our special equipment is obsolete. And now, computer analysis reveals an entirely new approach: miniaturization. For instance, radioactive lint. When placed in an opponent's pockets, the anti-personnel and location fix seems fairly obvious.
M: What we want is a location fix on 007.
Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a *formal* invitation.
James Bond: There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.
Sir Hilary Bray: Our methods are very exacting. We never like to speak until we're *absolutely* certain that there can be no possibility of error on our side or... forgery on anyone else's.
James Bond: I hope I can live up to your high standards.
Draco: She likes you, I can see it.
James Bond: You must give me the name of your oculist.
Tracy: You're hurting me.
James Bond: I thought that was the idea for tonight.
[Bond has realized what Blofeld is really up to]
James Bond: Allergy vaccines? Bacteria. Bacteriological Warfare.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: With a difference. Our big breakthrough since last summer has been the confection of a certain... Virus Omega.
James Bond: Infertility.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: TOTAL Infertility! In plants and animals. Not just disease in a few herds, Mr. Bond. Or the loss of a single crop. But the destruction of a whole strain. Forever! Throughout an entire continent. If my demands are not met, I shall proceed with the systematic extinction of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world!
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: I've taught you to love chickens, to love their flesh, their voice.
[M refuses to authorize an attack on Blofeld]
James Bond: And the girl who helped me escape? We just leave her there?
M: This department is not concerned with your personal problems.
James Bond: This department owes her a *debt*. She saved my life.
M: Operation Bedlam is DEAD! Do you understand, 007?
James Bond: Yes, Sir. I understand.
[Bond throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day]
Draco: But today is the thirteenth, Commander.
James Bond: I'm superstitious.
James Bond: Unusually small for a Nymphalis polychloros.
M: I wasn't aware that your expertise included lepidoptery.
James Bond: We have all the time in the world.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Open the compact. Adjust the point of control. Every night at midnight you must be alone. I will tell you what to do. I will tell you how. And once you obey my instructions you will forget them forever. Forever. Forever. Forever...
James Bond: [when introducing himself] My name's Bond, James Bond

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