Monty Norman & John Barry Orchestra: Three blind mice in a row
Three blind mice, there they go
Marching down the street, single file
To a calypso beat all the while
They’re looking for the cat
The cat that swallowed the rat
They want to show that cat
the attitude of three blind mice
Three blind mice, here and there
Three blind mice, everywhere
Searching all around for the cat
All over Kingston town, pit-a-pat
They got the carving knife
To cut the pussy cat’s life
The puss will get that knife for trifling
The three blind mice
Oh, the mice…

Strangways: That’s it. 100 honours, and 90 below.
Professor Dent: Nicely done, Strangways. I have to give it to you.
Strangways: Afraid I must leave you for a few minutes. Order a round on my chit, Professor.
Professor Dent: Right.
General Potter: Damn it all! Must you always break off at this time?
Strangways: Sorry, General. My managing director’s a creature of habit. I get a call every day at this time.
Pleydell-Smith: Anyway hurry back before the cards get cold.
Strangways: Twenty minutes. And don’t try doctoring any hands for me while I’m away.
Professor Dent: Same again.

1st Three Blind Mice Assassin: Bless you, master.

Getaway Driver: Hurry, man! Hurry!
Getaway Passenger: Get away, quick!

Mary Trueblood: W6N… W6N… W6N. Calling G7W. How do you hear me? Over.
G7W Contact: G7W London. G7W London. Receiving you. Over.
Mary Trueblood: Stand by to transmit. Wait. Out.

Robber: Here.

Radio Operator: Hello, W6N. Report my signals. Report my signals. Over. Hello, W6N. Over.
Radio Operator: Foreman of signals – urgent.

Foreman of Signals: Right, get me the Ml6 radio security control.

Foreman of Signals: What is it?
Radio Operator: W6N, Kingston, Jamaica. Broken contact, sir, just after they came up on routine transmission.
Foreman of Signals: Broken or faded?
Radio Operator: Broken, sir. Just voice. The carrier wave is still established.
Foreman of Signals: Did you check on both emergency frequencies?
Radio Operator: Yes, sir. No joy on either. I’m still calling.
Foreman of Signals: Well keep trying. Let me know when they come up again.

Radio Operator: Hello, W6N? W6N? Report my signals. Over.

Foreman of Signals: Foreman of signals, sir. Jamaica’s broken off mid-transmission.
Foreman of Signals: No, sir. It’s not a technical fault.
Foreman of Signals: Yes, sir.
Foreman of Signals: Will you tell him, sir?
Foreman of Signals: Very good.

Le Cercle Host: Excuse me, sir. Are you a member?
Le Cercle Patron: No, I’m looking for Mr James Bond.
Le Cercle Host: What name should I say, sir?
Le Cercle Patron: Just give him my card, will you?
Le Cercle Host: Would you like to leave your coat over there, sir?

Croupier: 200,000 á la banque.
Sylvia Trench: Suivi.
Croupier: Suivi.
Sylvia Trench: Carte.
Croupier: Carte.
Croupier: Sept á la banque.
Croupier: 200,000 á la banque.
Sylvia Trench: Suivi.
Croupier: Banco suivi.
Sylvia Trench: Carte.
Croupier: Carte.
Croupier: Huit á la banque.
Le Cercle Patron: Banco?
Sylvia Trench: Suivi.
Croupier: C’est suivi.
Sylvia Trench: The house will cover the difference?
Croupier: Yeah, madame. Oui, monsieur. Changeur, s’il vous plaît.
Sylvia Trench: Carte.
Croupier: Carte.
Croupier: Neuf á la banque.
Sylvia Trench: I need another thousand.
James Bond: I admire your courage, Miss, uh…?
Sylvia Trench: Trench. Sylvia Trench.
Sylvia Trench: I admire your luck, Mr…?
James Bond: Bond. James Bond.
Sylvia Trench: Mr. Bond, I suppose you wouldn’t care to, um, raise the limit?
James Bond: I have no objections.
Croupier: Pas possible, madame. Ce n’est pas légal.
Sylvia Trench: Now.
Croupier: C’est suivi, monsieur.
James Bond: Looks like you’re out to get me.
Sylvia Trench: It’s an idea, at that. Eight.
Croupier: Huit á la banque.
Croupier: Neuf á la banque.
Le Cercle Host: Excuse me, sir.
James Bond: Thank you. André, I must pass the shoe. Changeur! I hope you’ll forgive me, but it’s most important. Thank you. Have those changed, will you?

James Bond: Have those changed, will you?

Sylvia Trench: Too bad you have to go. Just as things were getting interesting.
James Bond: Yes. Tell me, Miss Trench, do you play any other games? I mean, besides “chemin de fer”?
Sylvia Trench: Hmm. Golf, amongst other things.
James Bond: Tomorrow afternoon, then.
Sylvia Trench: Tomorrow? Let me see…
James Bond: And, uh, we could have dinner afterwards, perhaps?
Sylvia Trench: Sounds tempting. May I, um, let you know in the morning?
James Bond: Splendid. My number’s on the card.

Miss Moneypenny: Well, see if he’s there, will you? James, where on earth have you been? I’ve been searching London for you! 007 is here, sir. He’ll see you in a minute.
James Bond: Moneypenny! What gives?
Miss Moneypenny: Me. Given an ounce of encouragement. You never take me to dinner looking like this, James. You never take me to dinner. Period.
James Bond: I would, you know. Only M would have me court-martialled for, uh, illegal use of government property.
Miss Moneypenny: Flattery will get you nowhere. But don’t stop trying. Now.
James Bond: What’s all this to-do about?
Miss Moneypenny: Strangways. And it looks serious. We’ve been burning the air between here and Jamaica for the last three hours. Oh. In you go.
James Bond: Don’t forget to write.

James Bond: Good evening, sir.
M: It happens to be 3 AM. When do you sleep, 007?
James Bond: Never on the firm’s time, sir.
M: Sit down. Jamaica went off the air tonight, just like that. Right in the middle of the opening procedure. We’ve checked up and Strangways has disappeared. So has his secretary. She was a new girl. We’d only just sent her out.
James Bond: Well was Strangways on something, uh, special?
M: He was checking an inquiry from the Americans. They’d been complaining about massive interference with their Cape Canaveral rockets. They think it comes from the Jamaica area. Does “toppling” mean anything to you?
James Bond: A little. It’s throwing the gyroscopic controls of a guided missile off balance with a…a radio beam or something, isn’t it?
M: More or less. Five million dollars’ worth of missile aimed at a spot in the South Atlantic, but finishing up in the middle of the Brazilian jungle, is bad enough. Now they’re gonna try orbiting a rocket round the moon. The American CIA sent a man down to work with Strangways. A fellow by the name of Leiter. Do you know him?
James Bond: I’ve heard of him. But never met him. Has he found out anything important?
M: You better ask “him”. You’re booked on the 7 o’clock plane to Kingston. That gives you exactly three hours, twenty-two minutes. Armourer. I’ll have a set of background papers to date delivered to you at the airport, in a self-destructor bag.You can study them during the flight. I want to know what’s happened to Strangways.
James Bond: Sir.
M: Take off your jacket. Give me your gun. Yes, I thought so. This damn Beretta again. I’ve told you about this before. You tell him – for the last time.
Major Boothroyd: Nice and light – in a lady’s handbag. No stopping power.
M: Any comments, 007?
James Bond: I disagree, sir. I’ve used a Beretta for ten years. I’ve never missed with it yet.
M: Yeah, maybe not, but it jammed on your last job and you spent six months in hospital in consequence. If you carry a double-oh number means you’re licensed to kill, not get killed. And another thing. Since I’ve been head of Ml6, there’s been a 40% drop in double-oh operative casualties and I want it to stay that way. You’ll carry the Walther. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to go back to standard intelligence duties?
James Bond: No, sir. I would not.
M: Then from now on you carry a different gun. Show him, armourer.
Major Boothroyd: Walther PPK. 7.65 mil with a delivery like a brick through a plate-glass window. Takes a Brausch silencer, with little reduction in muzzle velocity. The American CIA swear by them.
M: Thank you, Major Boothroyd.
Major Boothroyd: Thank you, sir. Good night, sir.
M: Any questions, 007?
James Bond: No, sir.
M: All right, then. Best of luck.
James Bond: Thank you, sir.
M: 007?
James Bond: Sir?
M: Just leave the Beretta.

M: Uh, Miss Moneypenny. Forget the usual repartee. 007’s in a hurry.
James Bond: Ciao.
Miss Moneypenny: Good luck.

Sylvia Trench: There! Now you made me miss it.
James Bond: You don’t miss a thing. How did you get in here? Never mind that now you’re here.
Sylvia Trench: I decided to accept your invitation.
James Bond: Uh, that was for tomorrow afternoon. Tell me. Do you always dress this way for golf?
Sylvia Trench: I changed into something more comfortable. Oh, I hope I did the right thing.
James Bond: Well, you did the right thing, but you picked the wrong moment. I have to leave immediately.
Sylvia Trench: Oh, that’s too bad. Just as things were getting interesting again. When did you say you had to leave?
James Bond: Immediately. Almost immediately.

Air Traffic Controller: Hello, New York. Your Pan-Am 323 just landed – Kingston, Jamaica.
Airport Announcer: Would passengers please go to terminal four?

James Bond: Taxi!
Flight Attendant: Taxi! All right, then. Go ahead.
James Bond: Help yourself. Taxi!
Mr. Jones: Mister…Bond, sir?
James Bond: Yes?
Mr. Jones: I’m Mr. Jones, sir – chauffeur from Government House, I’ve been sent to get you.
James Bond: Oh, that’s fine, Mr. Jones. You can drop my luggage off at the hotel on the way. Now, hang on a minute, will you? I want to check my reservation.
Mr. Jones: Well, I can do that.
James Bond: No, no. You just take care of the bags.

James Bond: Government House?
Operator: Yes?
James Bond: Principal Secretary, please.
Operator: Hold the line, please. Who wants him?
James Bond: Uh, James Bond. Universal Exports.
Pleydell-Smith: Welcome to Jamaica, Mr. Bond. Yes, your, uh, head office alerted us this morning. You free for lunch today? 1 o’clock?
James Bond: One o’clock, your office? That’ll suit me fine. By the way – have you sent a car to meet me?
Pleydell-Smith: Car? I didn’t think you wanted an official reception.
James Bond: Quite right. 1 o’clock, then. Forgive me if I’m, uh, a few minutes late.

James Bond: Thank you.
Mr. Jones: Where would you like to go to first, sir?
James Bond: Oh, Government House, but I’m not in a hurry. Just, uh, take me for a ride.

James Bond: Do you always drive this fast? I told you I wasn’t in a hurry.
Mr. Jones: Sorry, sir, but I think there’s some fella trying to follow us.
James Bond: Then I suggest you, uh, try and lose them.

James Bond: Take the next turning on the right.

James Bond: Now, Mr. Jones. Talk fast before your friend doubles back. Who are you working for?
Mr. Jones: I…don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just sent to meet you at the airport.
James Bond: Ah, but by whom?
Mr. Jones: By…Government House.
James Bond: I don’t think so. Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones. I’m a very nervous passenger. Get out – move! Keep your hands where I can see them.

James Bond: Get up! Now talk.
Mr. Jones: All right. All right. Let me have a cigarette. To hell with you!

James Bond: Sergeant, make sure he doesn’t get away.

Pleydell-Smith: Ts-ts-ts. Cyanide in a cigarette? Fantastic!
James Bond: No less.
Pleydell-Smith: Well, Duff, what have you got for us?
Superintendent Duff: The car was stolen and we certainly haven’t been able to identify the driver yet. But he surely wasn’t a Kingston man.
James Bond: Well, wherever he was from, news of my arrival leaked.
Pleydell-Smith: We we didn’t advertise it, I can assure you.
James Bond: Perhaps not. I got the impression someone had been selling tickets.
Superintendent Duff: Anything more we can do for you?
James Bond: Yes, I’d like to meet the last people to see Strangways.
Pleydell-Smith: Well, nobody seems to have seen him after he left our bridge four at the Queens Club.
James Bond: And who were the others?
Pleydell-Smith: Professor Dent…
Superintendent Duff: Metallurgist, runs a test laboratory. Respected. Clean bill.
Pleydell-Smith: And Potter…
Superintendent Duff: Old general. Ex-Indian army. Been here for ages.
James Bond: Well we’ll start with those.
Superintendent Duff: Want them brought in?
James Bond: Lord, no! I want to meet them socially.
Pleydell-Smith: I can introduce you at the club tonight?
James Bond: Fine. Now I’d like to take a look at Strangways’ place, Commissioner.
Superintendent Duff: I’ll run you up there now.

Superintendent Duff: Go on in.
Superintendent Duff: Ah, yes, that’s her blood patch. They’ve grouped it as O Rh positive.
James Bond: And that’s her group all right.
Superintendent Duff: The set was still switched on when we came ’round. We tried to get through on the same frequency, but it was dead the other end.
James Bond: And it’ll stay dead. All frequencies are changed immediately security’s broken. Receipt from Dent Laboratories. Geology a hobby of Strangways’?
Superintendent Duff: Not that I know of, no.
James Bond: Who’s the man with Strangways?
Superintendent Duff: Oh, one of the local fishermen.
James Bond: He drove the car that tailed me from the airport.
Superintendent Duff: Is that so? That gives us something to work on. I’ll have a thorough check made on him.
James Bond: Yes, you do that. I want to have a bath and change before I meet Pleydell-Smith at the club. Alright?

Hotel Employee: One medium-dry vodka martini – mixed like you said, sir, and not stirred. Anything else, sir?
James Bond: No, that’s all.
Hotel Employee: Very well, sir.

Professor Dent: Curious, old Strangways just vanishing like that. Or is it? Cherchez la femme. That secretary of his was very nice. Very nice indeed.
Pleydell-Smith: Did you know her?
Professor Dent: Oh, I’ve seen her around, you know?
James Bond: I suppose none of you can throw any light on what happened to him? In his conversation? Any hint?
General Potter: Personally, I never heard him talk about anything but big game fishing and bridge.
Pleydell-Smith: Fishing was the latest craze. He got the bug three weeks ago and he’s been out practically every day since.
General Potter: It must have cost something. These fishermen ask the earth to charter, and Quarrel’s the most expensive of them all.
James Bond: Quarrel?
Pleydell-Smith: Cayman Islander. Keeps a boat in the harbor.
James Bond: I see.

James Bond: Thanks. Excuse me. Where do I find Quarrel?
Woman Passerby: Him.
James Bond: Thank you.

James Bond: Your name Quarrel?
Quarrel: Maybe.
James Bond: I’m a friend of, uh, Commander Strangways.
Quarrel: Now ain’t that nice! I like people who’s friends of people.
James Bond: I thought you might be able to tell me what happened to him.
Quarrel: As far as I know, nothing happened. Unless you know…different, Captain.
James Bond: Where did you take him in your boat?
Quarrel: You see that, Captain? That there’s the Caribbean. That’s where. Fishing.
James Bond: I’m interested in fishing. I’d like to charter your boat.
Quarrel: I’m sorry, Captain. It’s not for hire.
James Bond: It seems I came to the wrong address.
Quarrel: That’s all right, Captain. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got business to attend to.

Underneath the mango tree, me honey and me come watch for the moon
Underneath the mango tree, me honey and me make boolooloop soon
Underneath the moonlit sky me honey and I can sit hand in hand
Underneath the moonlit sky me honey and I can make fairyland
Mango, banana and tangerine

Quarrel: Hey, Puss-Feller.
Quarrel: Well, if it ain’t my friend what gets addresses mixed! You got the right one this time if you likes good eating.
James Bond: I do, if the…conversation matches it.
Quarrel: Back at the boat too public. In there it different.
James Bond: Well, after you.
Quarrel: Sure thing. Hey, man! You see we get a bit of privacy.
Puss-Feller Nothing but, Quarrel. Nothing but.

Quarrel: Take a seat.
James Bond: No, I’m fine.
Quarrel: OK, mister. Supposing you start the conversation. Now how’s about it? Ain’t no use you struggling. Puss-Feller wrestles alligators.

James Bond: Right. Up slowly and face that wall.
Felix Leiter: Hold it. Gently, bud. Gently. Let’s not get excited. Frisk him.
Quarrel: Nothing.
Felix Leiter: Interesting. Where were you measured for this, bud?
James Bond: My tailor. Savile Row.
Felix Leiter: That so? Mine’s a guy in Washington. Felix Leiter. Central Intelligence Agency. You must be James Bond.
James Bond: You mean we’re fighting the same war?
Felix Leiter: Yeah. I spotted you at the airport, but, uh, when I saw you drive off with the opposition I figured I must be wrong. This is Quarrel, he’s been helping me.
James Bond: No hard feelings, I hope?
Quarrel: Only a sore hand. Glad to know you, Mister Bond.
Felix Leiter: That’s Puss-Feller. He owns the place.
James Bond: I hope he cooks better than he fights!
Felix Leiter: You can always find out!
Puss-Feller: Nobody died from my cooking – yet!

Down Kingtson town, ya know all the people go jump up
Waving arms about, weaving in and out it’s so easy to jump up
Take a pretty girl, take a whirl and then do it again and then jump up
Hold her very tight, then for all the night you’ll be doing the jump up
Jump up! Jump up! Jamaica!
Jump up! Jump up! Jamaica!
Jump up music! Jamaica!
Never want to stop! Jump up!
Jump up! Jump up! Jamaica!
Jump up! Jump up! Jamaica!
Jump up music! Jamaica!
Never want to stop! Jump up!

Felix Leiter: Well, there you are. Cape Canaveral is screaming because with this moon rocket launching schedule, they don’t want anything to go wrong.
James Bond: And yet you say Strangways didn’t think the interference came from here?
Felix Leiter: Right.
James Bond: I suppose you, uh, cased the joint?
Felix Leiter: I checked – unofficially. You limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing, you know. Strangways and Quarrel checked the offshore islands.
James Bond: You found nothing?
Quarrel: Not a thing.
James Bond: Where did you look?
Quarrel: Just about most everywhere. Fire Island, Crab Key, Morgan’s Reef.
James Bond: Checked them all thoroughly?
Quarrel: All except Crab Key. We didn’t have no right to go there.
James Bond: Why not?
Felix Leiter: It belongs to a Chinese…
James Bond: Get her, Quarrel – and the camera.

Quarrel: Evening, missus.
Annabel Chung You’re hurting!
Quarrel: The Captain wants you to have a drink with us.
Annabel Chung You’re hurting me!
Quarrel: You can’t mean it.

James Bond: Good evening. Why do you want another picture of me?
Annabel Chung Because I only got your hat at the airport. Tell this ape to let me go!
James Bond: But why do you want a picture at all?
Annabel Chung Because that’s the way I earn my living.
James Bond: Who pays you?
Annabel Chung Oh… “The Daily Gleaner”!
James Bond: Puss-Feller! Puss-Feller!
Puss-Feller: Anything I can do?
James Bond: Ever seen this girl before?
Puss-Feller: She come here sometimes. She being a nuisance to you? Huh? You want for me to get rid of her?
James Bond: No. Just ring the “Gleaner”. Find out if they sent a photographer here tonight, will you?
Annabel Chung They didn’t send me. I work freelance.
James Bond: Freelance, hm? For whom?
Annabel Chung You…!
James Bond: Tell us and he’ll stop.
Quarrel: We don’t get nothing out of this gal. You want for me to break her arm?
James Bond: Another time. The second time nothing’s come out. Give her her arm back. Run along, freelance!.
Annabel Chung You’ll be sorry. You’ll all be sorry, you rats!
James Bond: One takes cyanide, another would have stood for her arm being broken. Neither would talk. Who puts that sort of scare into people?
Felix Leiter: I think maybe we’d better find out, but fast.
James Bond: Look, you were talking about Crab Key. What’s so special about it? Why can’t we go over there?
Felix Leiter: It belongs to a Chinese character. He won’t allow anyone to land. I had our naval reconnaissance planes took a look. They found nothing but a bauxite mine. Low-scan C-H radar setup. There’s nothing illegal about that.
Quarrel: That Crab Key scares me plenty. Friends of mine went out there once after seashells. Only trouble, they never came back again.
Felix Leiter: None of the local fishermen will go near the place.
Quarrel: Commander Strangways and me, we slip in at night. He take some samples and we came straight back again. Don’t do for a man to hang about there.
James Bond: What kind of samples?
Quarrel: Oh, bits of rock. Sand. Water.
James Bond: I see. Crab Key begins to interest me. What else do we know about this Chinese gentleman?
Felix Leiter: Nothing much. Except his name. Doctor No.

James Bond: I’d like to see Professor Dent, please.
Receptionist: Have you an appointment, sir?
James Bond: No, tell him it’s James Bond. We met yesterday at the Queen’s Club.
Receptionist: Very well. He’s somewhere in the lab. Uh, is Professor Dent there? Oh, never mind. Thank you.
James Bond: Morning, Professor.
Professor Dent: Mr. Bond. Anything I can do for you?
James Bond: Oh yes, I came across this in Strangways’ office. Your receipt.
Professor Dent: Yes, that’s right.
James Bond: Can you tell me anything about it?
Professor Dent: Poor old Strangways. Bit of a bug of his, you know, this amateur geology. He brought some rock samples in to me for testing, convinced they were valuable.
James Bond: Were they?
Professor Dent: No, of course not. Just low-grade iron pyrites.
James Bond: Can I see them?
Professor Dent: Well, no, I… I threw ’em away.
James Bond: Well have you any idea where he found them?
Professor Dent: No, he didn’t say.
James Bond: Crab Key, perhaps?
Professor Dent: Definitely not.
James Bond: Why so certain?
Professor Dent: Not geologically possible.
James Bond: Thank you very much, indeed, Professor. It’s very kind of you to spare me so much of your time.
Professor Dent: You’re very welcome, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Oh, Professor…Allow me. Morning.

Professor Dent: I’ve got to get to Crab Key.
Boatman: I can’t take you. You know the procedure, sir.
Professor Dent: Look, there’s no time for procedure now. I’ll take responsibility. Come on.
Boatman: Man, I hope you know what you’re doing.
Professor Dent: Come on, come on.
Boatman: All right. Wind up.

Professor Dent: I radioed. They’re expecting me.
Guard: Go ahead.

Dr. No Sit down. Why have you disobeyed my strictest rule and come in daylight?
Professor Dent: I had to. Bond came to see me this morning.
Dr. No Yes, I know. I gave orders that he should be killed. Why is he still alive?
Professor Dent: Our attempts failed.
Dr. No Your attempts failed. I do not like failure. You are not going to fail me again, Professor.
Professor Dent: No. I came to warn you.
Dr. No Warn me?
Professor Dent: 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.
Dr. No I hope not. If he does, I shall hold you responsible. I make myself clear?
Professor Dent: Yes, quite clear.
Dr. No Go to the table. You see what is in the cage? Pick it up. Pick it up! Tonight.

James Bond: I’d like to send a cable.
Receptionst: Yes, of course. Oh by the way, the car you ordered, it’s been delivered. It’s in number five parking lot.
James Bond: Thank you. Good night.
Receptionst: Good night, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Morning, Pleydell-Smith.
Pleydell-Smith: Morning, Bond.
James Bond: Sorry to trouble you so early, but I need some information.
Pleydell-Smith: Go ahead.
James Bond: All you have on Dr. No and Crab Key.
Pleydell-Smith: Miss Taro, bring me the files on Dr. No, will you? Sit down.
James Bond: What can you tell me about this island?
Pleydell-Smith: Not much, except there’s a bauxite mine there. Dr. No runs the place like a concentration camp. I’ve heard some funny rumours, but no-one’s ever complained officially. Right, Miss Taro. Just leave them here, will you?
Miss Taro: I’m very sorry, but we can’t find them anywhere.
Pleydell-Smith: What do you mean you can’t find them? Who had them last?
Miss Taro: Commander Strangways, sir. Both files.
Pleydell-Smith: All right, Miss Taro. All right. Damn nuisance, their disappearing like that.
James Bond: On the contrary. I’d have been surprised if they hadn’t.
Pleydell-Smith: Oh by the way, that came for you from London this morning, in the plane, in the diplomatic pouch.
James Bond: Present from home. Can I get out that way?

James Bond: Yeah, that’s a naughty little habit – listening at keyholes?
Miss Taro: I wasn’t listening, I was looking for those files. Anything that can’t be found, I get the blame.
James Bond: Oh, forget it. Actually, it’s not very important anyhow. I just hate to think you’re going to spend the whole afternoon looking for these things.
Miss Taro: No. I have the afternoon off.
James Bond: Well there’s a coincidence, so have I. Why don’t you show me around the island?
Miss Taro: What should I say to an invitation from a strange gentleman?
James Bond: You should say yes.
Miss Taro: I should say maybe.
James Bond: Three o’clock, my hotel. Maybe?
Miss Taro: Yes, maybe.
James Bond: Good.

James Bond: The luminous dial activates it. Here, hold this. Now, where exactly did Commander Strangways place those samples?
Quarrel: About where your feet is, sir.
James Bond: Good.

Felix Leiter: Hi, there.
James Bond: Hi.
Felix Leiter: Lose something?
James Bond: Take a look at this Geiger reading. Those samples Strangways brought back from Crab Key…were radioactive. Yet, Professor Dent told me they were worthless chunks of iron ore.
Felix Leiter: He’s either a bad professor or a poor liar.
James Bond: And I intend to find out which. Quarrel, how soon can you get us over to Crab Key?
Quarrel: Well, it’s like this here, Captain. Commander Strangways, he done take samples of all the islands. Supposing we start checking the nearest ones first.
James Bond: No, no. Crab Key’s the one I’m interested in.
Quarrel: I done take the commander there. We got away without trouble. It don’t do for a man to tempt providence too often. You see…there’s a dragon.
James Bond: What?
Felix Leiter: Ha, native superstition. Started by Dr. No, probably.
James Bond: All right, Quarrel. We don’t want to force you to do anything. Leiter and I will go after dark, if you’ll give us the navigational directions.
Quarrel: I gets my navigational directions from my nose, my ears, from my instincts. Anyway, I’ll be here about seven.
James Bond: Fine.

Receptionist: Oh, Mr. Bond! There’s a telephone message for you. Johnny, what have you done with it?
Johnny: Ah it’s right here.

Miss Taro: Hello? Oh, Mr. Bond! I was thinking, why don’t you collect me at my apartment? It’s lovely up here in the mountains – nice and cool. All right. You leave the Port Royal Road out of Kingston, then along the Wentworth Road, until you get to the cement factory. Then you turn left. Follow the road up the hill, down the other side, then two miles further on, on the left, Magenta Drive 239. I’ll be waiting for you.

Road Worker: How did it happen?
James Bond: I think they were on their way to a funeral.

Miss Taro: Just a minute!
James Bond: Well, you did invite me here, remember?
Miss Taro: Oh, of course. I just didn’t expect you here so soon. Yes, yes, come in. Uh…I’ll just go and put some clothes on.
James Bond: Ah, don’t go to any trouble on my account.
Miss Taro: Please!
James Bond: Well, forgive me. I thought I was invited up here to admire the view. I feel one of us should answer it.

Miss Taro: Hello? Yes. 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. Alright. I’ll have to go now. Alright, I’ll call you later.
James Bond: You believe in living dangerously. I can see that.
Miss Taro: What do you mean?
James Bond: Sitting around with wet hair, you’ll die of pneumonia. It’s rather beautiful.
Miss Taro: Thank you.
James Bond: Tell me, do you always wear it up?
Miss Taro: Don’t you like it that way?
James Bond: Yes, very much. With your sort of…face it’s, it’s wonderful.
Miss Taro: What’s going on behind my back?
James Bond: Nothing. Look – no hands.

James Bond: I’m hungry. Let’s go out and eat.
Miss Taro: I’ll make you a Chinese dinner here.
James Bond: No. I’m feeling Italian and musical. Let’s go to the Blue Mountain Grill.
Miss Taro: I’d rather stay here. It’s more fun…alone.
James Bond: Yes, but I don’t want you getting dishpan hands.
Miss Taro: I like cooking.
James Bond: Forget it. May I use your phone?
Miss Taro: Who are you ringing?
James Bond: Taxi. Uh, James Bond here. Can I have a car sent to 2171 Magenta Drive? As soon as you can, please. Thank you.
Miss Taro: I thought you came by car.
James Bond: Eh, damn thing wouldn’t start. Engine trouble.
Miss Taro: That explains…
James Bond: Explains what?
Miss Taro: Why you need a taxi.
James Bond: Why I need a taxi?
Miss Taro: Careful – my nail varnish!

James Bond: The lights.
Miss Taro: No, no, I always leave them on. What’s… What’s going on?!
James Bond: Forgive me. Book her, Superintendent, will you? And, uh…be careful of her nail varnish.

Underneath the mango tree me honey and me can watch for the moon
Underneath the mango tree me honey and me make boolooloop soon
Underneath the moonlit sky me honey and I come sit hand in hand
Underneath the moonlit sky me honey and I come make fairyland
Mango, banana and tangerine Sugar and ackee…

James Bond: Drop it, Professor! I’m behind you! It’s funny I thought you’d turn up sooner or later. Sit down.
Professor Dent: The girl talked.
James Bond: But of course. I was suspicious at the Queen’s Club anyhow when it turned out you were the only one who’d seen Strangways’ new secretary. And then later, at the lab, you made no reference to the fact that Strangways’ samples were radioactive.
Professor Dent: Very clever, Mr. Bond. But you’re up against more than you know. You shoot me and you’ll end up like Strangways.
James Bond: And you killed him?
Professor Dent: He was killed, but never mind how.
James Bond: Who are you working for, Professor?
Professor Dent: Well you might as well know as you won’t live to use the information. I’m working for…
James Bond: It’s a Smith & Wesson, and you’ve had your six.

Felix Leiter: Better late than never.
James Bond: Everything ready?
Felix Leiter: Yeah, for the last two hours.
James Bond: Now don’t worry, Quarrel, everything’s going to be fine.
Quarrel: You say so, Captain. Bottom part of where my belly used to be tells me different.
James Bond: For me, Crab Key’s going to be a a gentle relaxation.
Felix Leiter: From what? Dames?
James Bond: No, from being a clay pigeon.

Quarrel: Yes, this is as far as we can go with the engine. Make with paddle and wind from now on in.
James Bond: Ok.
Felix Leiter: Let me go with him.
James Bond: No, we settled that. Anyhow, it’s my beat.
Felix Leiter: But it’s my head in the noose if anything gets unstuck. Canaveral’s say they can only wait 48 hours for that moon shot.
James Bond: We’ll be back in 12. If not, then it’s your beat. You’d better bring your Marines with you.
Felix Leiter: Hey, 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!
Quarrel: Uhhh!

James Bond: Better drop the sail in case their radar’s on scan.
Quarrel: Hard about, Captain! Now!

James Bond: Cover it up. We’d better get some sleep before it gets light. I’ll be down this end.

Honey Ryder: Mango, banana and tangerine
La-da-da-dee-da-da cocoa bean
When we get married we make them grow
Da-dee-da-da in a row
Underneath the mango tree
La-da la-da dee
Come watch for the moon
La-da-da-da mango tree, me honey and me
Make boo-loo-loop
Underneath the mango tree…
Make boo-loo-loop soon
La-da-da dee-da-da… me honey and me
James Bond: Underneath the mango tree my honey and me…
Honey Ryder: Who’s that?
James Bond: It’s all right. I’m not supposed to be here, either. I take it you’re not. Are you alone?
Honey Ryder: What are “you” doing here? Looking for shells?
James Bond: No. I’m just looking.
Honey Ryder: Stay where you are.
James Bond: I promise I won’t steal your shells.
Honey Ryder: I promise you you won’t either. Stay where you are!
James Bond: I can assure you, my intentions are strictly honorable. What’s your name?
Honey Ryder: Ryder.
James Bond: Ryder what?
Honey Ryder: Honey…Ryder. What’s so funny about it?
James Bond: Nothing. It’s a very pretty name.
Honey Ryder: What’s your name?
James Bond: James. Tell me Honey, did you use your sail all the way up to the reef here?
Honey Ryder: Of course. I always do.
James Bond: Then they’ll know we’re here. They have radar.
Honey Ryder: Oh, my boat is too small to be noticed. And I often come here to get the shells. At first they used to try to catch me, but they couldn’t. Now I don’t think they bother any more.
James Bond: Well they will this time. Hey, don’t bother with those now.
Honey Ryder: Huh, don’t bother?
James Bond: Are they valuable?
Honey Ryder: This one is worth $50 in Miami! Fifty! You promise you won’t tell anyone?
James Bond: I promise.

Quarrel: Hey! Come and take a look!
James Bond: That’s all right, he’s with me.
Quarrel: Captain, what do you think of that!
James Bond: What’s the matter? That’s a high-powered boat. Take some cover! Come on!

Patrolman: They’re here all right. OK, folks! Come out and you won’t get hurt! Stand up and show yourselves or I’ll be forced to open fire! Come on out! We know you’re there! We’ve been expecting you! Just walk out with your hands up and you’ll be okay! This is your last chance!
James Bond: They’re bluffing. Keep your head down.
Patrolman: All right. You’ve been warned! This is it!
James Bond: Lie still. It won’t last long. They don’t really know we’re here.
Patrolman: Fire! Are you coming out? All right, then. We’ll be back. We’ll be back with the dogs! Full speed ahead!

Quarrel: I told you there was something wrong about this place.
James Bond: That was a machine gun, not a dragon.
Honey Ryder: Oh, there’s a dragon here, too.
Quarrel: She’s right.
James Bond: You’ve seen it, hm?
Honey Ryder: Yes, I have. He had two great, glaring eyes, short tail and pointed wings. He was breathing fire. You don’t believe me, do you?
Quarrel: Little gal, I does. I tell ya, Mr. Bond. Let’s get the hell outta here!
James Bond: Listen, both of you. There are no such things as dragons. What you saw was something that looked like one. I’m trying to think what it was.
Honey Ryder: How do you know there aren’t? Anyhow what do you know about animals? Did you ever see a mongoose dance? Or ascorpion with sunstroke sting itself to death? Or a praying mantis eat her husband after making love?
James Bond: I hate to admit it, but I haven’t.
Honey Ryder: Well, I have.
Quarrel: She’s right.
James Bond: All right, they’ve gone. Honey, you’re getting out of here.
Honey Ryder: Huh, I’m getting out when I’m ready. And that’s never in daylight.
James Bond: This time you are, and fast. Where’s your boat? Fetch my shoes.

Honey Ryder: Look! Look what they’ve done! It’s all your fault!
James Bond: I’m sorry. I’ll get you a new boat when we get back to Kingston. What are we going to do with her now?
Honey Ryder: If you like, I know a good place where we can hide.
James Bond: That’ll do for a start. Leave the things you don’t need, now quick.
Honey Ryder: All right, all right.

James Bond: Must we come this way?
Honey Ryder: Yes. It throws the dogs off the scent.
James Bond: Damn mosquitoes!
Honey Ryder: Oh, rub water all over yourself. It’s the salt they’re after.
Quarrel: Hey! Quick! They’s coming! Across there!
James Bond: Quarrel, cut some of those reeds. Give me the knife. Over there.
Honey Ryder: They’re coming closer. Aiee!
James Bond: Keep quiet!
Honey Ryder: Something’s biting my foot!
James Bond: Keep quiet anyway, if you disturb the mud, they’ll know someone’s been here. Get down.

Patrolman: Look like they’re onto something…
Patrolman 2: Shh!

James Bond: Shh! Down, get down!

Honey Ryder: Why?
James Bond: Because I had to.
Quarrel: That guy sure knew his business, trailing us after we’d let the others done pass.
James Bond: We’ve gotta get outta here quick. Now, where is this hiding place of yours?
Honey Ryder: Up there.
James Bond: Come on.

Honey Ryder: You smell nicer already.
James Bond: Oh, thank you.
Quarrel: Mr. Bond! Quick!
James Bond: What’s it now?
Quarrel: Look at these!
Honey Ryder: Those are dragon tracks! Oh, look! That’s where he breathed!
Quarrel: Captain, you ought to get some rest if you wants to. I stay out here. On watch. In case he smells us out and comes a-looking for us.
James Bond: Right, and I’ll take the second watch. We’ll be out of here by midnight.

Honey Ryder: I never met a detective before. Are you going to arrest Dr. No?
James Bond: Well, someone is. We can’t have him trying to kill everyone who comes here.
Honey Ryder: He doesn’t just try.
James Bond: Mm?
Honey Ryder: I’m pretty sure he killed my father.
James Bond: What do you mean by that?
Honey Ryder: You see, my father was a marine zoologist. We came to the Caribbean for him to study seashells. Then one day he came to Crab Key…and I never saw him again. They said he must have been drowned, but he was far too good a diver for that to happen to him.
James Bond: Well didn’t the police investigate? And what about your family?
Honey Ryder: Oh they investigated for a long time. Then they said missing, presumed dead. I haven’t got any family. There was only my father and me.
James Bond: You mean you’re here all alone? Where did you live before you came to the Caribbean?
Honey Ryder: All over the world. The Philippines, Bali, Hawaii. Just about anywhere there were shells.
James Bond: I suppose you went to school “somewhere”?
Honey Ryder: I didn’t need to. We had an encyclopedia. I started at A when I was eight, and now I’ve reached T. I bet I know a lot more things than you do.
James Bond: Didn’t anyone in Kingston help?
Honey Ryder: Well…there was this man who owned the place where we were living. He let me stay on for a while without paying. Then one night he came up to my room… Well, you know. I scratched his face, and then…But he was stronger than I was.
James Bond: And what happened after that?
Honey Ryder: I put a black-widow spider underneath his mosquito net. A female, and they’re the worst. It took him a whole week to die. Did I do wrong?
James Bond: Well, it wouldn’t do to make a habit of it.
Honey Ryder: Do you have a woman of your own?
Quarrel: Captain, quick! Down here! Whatever’s coming, it’s coming this way!
James Bond: This time I want to see it. And hurry! There’s less than 12 hours to go!

Patrolman: Stay where you are! All of you! Stay right where you are!
Quarrel: Okay, Captain. If that ain’t a dragon, what is it?
James Bond: A dragon that runs on diesel engines. You can forget the spooks, Quarrel. When he gets within range, you take the driver. I’ll take the headlights and tires. You keep safe out of sight. Come on, Quarrel.

James Bond: I told you to stay there!
Honey Ryder: I was frightened.
James Bond: Then get down!

Quarrel: Ahhhh!
Honey Ryder: Ahh!
James Bond: Don’t look.
Patrolman: Come on out! Hands where we can see ’em! And the dame! Quick! Unless you want an extra navel. Hold it. Drop that gun. Now kick it away from you. The girl will stay where she is. Now walk towards me, hands out in front.
Patrolman 2: Come on! Hey, you! Hey you! Where do you think you’re going!
Patrolman: Sorry we ain’t got any flowers. Come on, let’s go. Come on. Come on, let’s go!
Patrolman 2: Give me that knife.
Honey Ryder: Leave him alone! Leave him alone!
Patrolman: Get out of the way!

Decontamination Tech: Get inside! Keep an eye on the man. And be careful. They’ve been in the swamp and they’re contaminated.
Man Over Loudspeaker: Check their Geiger reading!
Decontamination Tech 2: He’s reading 95, Chief. She’s 88.
Decontamination Tech: Too much for the monitor. Scrub them down, but quick!
Man Over Loudspeaker: Turn around, both of you.

Decontamination Tech: Reading 72.8.
Decontamination Tech 2: The mud’s soaked into their clothes.
Man Over Loudspeaker: All right, then. Take off all their clothes.
Honey Ryder: What’s he going to do?
James Bond: Do as he says. We picked up some radioactive contamination. Do the girl first.
Decontamination Tech: Now look man, we give the orders around here.
James Bond: Yeah that’s fine, but do something about this, will you? Here, come here, you. Here.
Man Over Loudspeaker: Use the high-temperature jets. Full pressure.

Decontamination Tech: Sixty-eight.
Decontamination Tech 2: She’s reading 47.
Decontamination Tech: All right, then. Put the man through.
Decontamination Tech 2: He’s now clocking 40.
Man Over Loudspeaker: It is still high.
Decontamination Tech 2: Reading 38. Thirty-two. Down to 8.
Man Over Loudspeaker: Hold the girl. Stage three.
Decontamination Tech: He’s now 18. He’s now at 8.
Decontamination Tech 3: Practically zero. She’s clear.
Man Over Loudspeaker: Good. Get the man ready.
Decontamination Tech 3: He’s got a count of four.
Man Over Loudspeaker: Check his fingernails.
Decontamination Tech 3: Put your hands in there. He’s OK.
Man Over Loudspeaker: I will notify reception they’re coming through.
Decontamination Tech 2: Decontamination here. They’re coming through now.

Sister Lily: Come in. Come in Come in. You poor dears. We simply didn’t know when to expect you. First it was teatime yesterday, and then dinner. And it was only half an hour ago we knew you were on your way.
Sister Rose: Cigarette? There’s American, there’s English, and there’s Turkish. I’m Sister Rose. This is Sister Lily. We’re here to make your stay as pleasant as possible.
James Bond: That’s really most kind of you, but for the moment…
Sister Lily: Of course! You’ll be wanting to see your room! Breakfast is already ordered, and then you’ll want to sleep. The doctor left strict orders you’re not to be disturbed until this evening. He’ll be delighted if you join him for dinner. Shall I say you’ll be there?
James Bond: Tell him I also will be delighted.
Sister Lily: Splendid. I know he’ll be pleased. Here we are.

Sister Lily: This will be your room, Mr. Bond. This is your bathroom in here. And for you, young lady, this is your room. And you’ll find fresh clothes in here. I hope they fit. We didn’t get your sizes till last night. Don’t hesitate to ring if there’s anything else you want. Anything at all.
James Bond: Such as two air tickets to London?
Sister Lily: I’ll leave you two dear people in peace.

James Bond: Well, let’s have some breakfast.
Honey Ryder: How can you eat at a time like this?
James Bond: Because I’m hungry. We don’t know when we’ll get the chance to eat again. Here, take this. Careful. The whole place is probably wired for sound.
Honey Ryder: Have you…Have you any idea what they’re going to do with us?
James Bond: No idea. No door handles or windows, either.
Honey Ryder: It’s a prison, then.
James Bond: Mink-lined with first-class service. What’s the matter?
Honey Ryder: I don’t feel so good. I feel so sleepy.
James Bond: Damn coffee!

James Bond: How do you feel?
Honey Ryder: Sleepy. What made us pass out like that?
James Bond: In the coffee, it was drugged.

Sister Lily: It’s almost time for dinner. We don’t want to keep the doctor waiting, do we?
James Bond: That would never do. You ready, Honey?
Honey Ryder: I suppose so.
James Bond: You’re doing fine. Come on. Am I, uh, properly dressed for the occasion?
Sister Lily: Quite suitable.
James Bond: Suitable for what?

Sister Lily: This way, please.
Honey Ryder: I’m glad your hands are sweating, too.
James Bond: Of course I’m scared, too. So be natural and leave all the talking to me.
Sister Lily: In here, please. I hope you enjoy your dinner.

Honey Ryder: Come and look!
James Bond: Artificial light. We could be hundreds of feet beneath the sea here.
Honey Ryder: And look at that. Sea tulips. They do not grow above 200 feet.
Dr. No: One million dollars, Mr. Bond. You were wondering what it cost.
James Bond: As a matter of fact, I was.
Dr. No: Forgive my not shaking hands. It becomes a bit awkward with these. A misfortune. You were admiring my aquarium.
James Bond: Yes. It’s quite impressive.
Dr. No: A unique feat of engineering, if I may say so. I designed it myself. The glass is convex, ten inches thick, which accounts for the magnifying effect.
James Bond: Minnows pretending they’re whales. Just like you on this island, Dr. No.
Dr. No: It depends, Mr. Bond, on which side the glass you are. A medium dry martini, lemon peel, shaken, not stirred.
James Bond: Vodka?
Dr. No: Of course. We’ll have dinner at once. There’s so much to discuss, so little time.

James Bond: Well, Dr. No, you haven’t done badly, considering.
Dr. No: A handicap is what you make of it. I was the unwanted child of a German missionary and a Chinese girl of good family. Yet I became treasurer of the most powerful criminal society in China.
James Bond: It’s rare for the Tongs to trust anyone who isn’t completely Chinese.
Dr. No: I doubt they shall do so again. I escaped to America with ten million of their dollars in gold.
James Bond: That’s how you financed this operation. It was a good idea to use atomic power. I’m glad to see you can handle it properly. I’d hate to think your decontamination chamber wasn’t effective.
Dr. No: My work has given me a unique knowledge of radioactivity, but not without costs, as you see.
James Bond: Yes. Your power source had our organisation puzzled for some time.
Dr. No: They are still puzzled, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: Not any longer. I sent a complete report.
Dr. No: Bluff, Mr. Bond. You’ve not contacted your headquarters since you requested a Geiger counter.
James Bond: But there are so many files open on you already, Dr. No. Our own, the CIA’s…The one from the Tong society that you robbed. When trouble comes, you’ll find this is a very small and naked little island.
Dr. No: An expendable little island, Mr. Bond. When my mission here in Crab Key is accomplished, I destroy it and move on. But the habit of inquiry is consistent. I see you’re wondering why, where, when. I only gratify your curiosity because you’re the one man I’ve met capable of appreciating what I’ve done. And keeping it to himself.
James Bond: Just a minute. There’s no point in involving the girl at this stage. She has nothing to do with us. Let her go free. She’ll promise not to talk.
Honey Ryder: No, I won’t, I’m staying with you.
James Bond: I don’t want you here.
Dr. No: I agree. This is no place for the girl. Take her away.
Honey Ryder: No! No!
Dr. No: I’m sure the guards will amuse her.
Honey Ryder: Let me go! No!
Dr. No: That’s a Dom Pérignon ’55. It would be a pity to break it.
James Bond: I prefer the ’53 myself.
Dr. No: Clumsy effort, Mr. Bond. You disappoint me. I’m not a fool, so please do not treat me as one. And that table knife, please put it back.
James Bond: Well, we can’t all be geniuses, can we? Tell me, does the toppling of American missiles really compensate for having no hands?
Dr. No: Missiles are only the first step to prove our power.
James Bond: Our power? With your disregard for human life you must be working for the East.
Dr. No: East, West – just points of the compass, each as stupid as the other. I’m a member of SPECTRE.
James Bond: SPECTRE?
Dr. No: SPECTRE. Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power, headed by the greatest brains in the world.
James Bond: Correction. Criminal brains.
Dr. No: The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be.
James Bond: Well, why become criminal? I’m sure the West would welcome a scientist of your… caliber.
Dr. No: The Americans are fools. I offered my services. They refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay for their mistake.
James Bond: World domination. That same old dream. Our asylums are full of people who think they’re Napoleon…or God.
Dr. No: You persist in trying to provoke me, Mr. Bond. I could’ve had you killed in the swamp.
James Bond: And why didn’t you?
Dr. No: I thought you less stupid. Usually, when a man gets in my way…But you were different. You cost me time, money, effort. You damaged my organization and my pride.
James Bond: I was curious to see what kind of a man you were. I thought there might even be a place for you with SPECTRE.
Dr. No: Well, I’m flattered. I’d prefer the revenge department. Of course, my first job would be finding the man who killed Strangways and Quarrel.
James Bond: Unfortunately, I misjudged you. You are just a stupid policeman whose luck has run out.
Scientist: They’re waiting for you in the control room, Dr. No.
Dr. No: No hurry. They won’t have started their countdown check yet.
James Bond: You won’t get away with it, Dr. No. The Americans are prepared for any trouble.
Dr. No: I never fail, Mr. Bond.
Guard: What do we do with him?
Dr. No: Soften him up. I haven’t finished with him yet.

Dr. No: Have you got new fuel elements loaded?
Scientist: All ready, sir.
Announcer: The roadblock is about, uh, 3,000 feet away. Everyone in that area is pulled back. No traffic allowed in there. The launch area is completely cleared for safety. The only personnel within the 3,000 feet are the launch crew inside the blockhouse and the test counter. Although the alarm has not been given, the time of the alarm must be near the count. The vehicle is now at its full weight of 240 tons. And all the automatic transistors have been put on in the vehicle. This includes…
Dr. No: We will run up to half power for 30 seconds.
Announcer: Uh, from a technical standpoint…
Dr. No: Control interlocks free. Fuel elements 12.5. Control?
Scientist: Control rod actuators operating. Core temperature 113.
Dr. No: Converters?
Scientist 2: Converters standing by. Ignition meters on.
Dr. No: Radiation?
Scientist 3: Counters 121, 141, 109.
Dr. No: Energy stabilizers?
Scientist 4: Energy steady at .8 megawatts…
Announcer: …traffic stations are plugged into the Mercury Control Center here at Cape Canaveral.
Dr. No: Fuel elements?
Announcer: Let’s see we’re just checking down on our gantry…
Dr. No: Fuel elements! Where’s Chang? Chang! What are you doing there? Get on the gantry! Hurry!
Announcer: The emergency tower was put in its place on time….position. Although the alarm has not been given, the time of the alarm was clear of the count. It’s now totally deserted.
Dr. No: Shut down.
Scientist: Shut down reactor!
Announcer: This is where space traffic control should make a second go or no-go decision.
Mercury Control: This is Mercury Control. The countdown for the MA-7-1 is now t-minus six and counting…
Announcer: Reactor shutdown, temperature 227, falling.
Dr. No: Converters off.
Scientist: Converters off.
Dr. No: Radiation reading.
Scientist: Radiation zero.
Scientist 2: Shutdown procedure complete. Reactor safe.
Announcer: Last fuelling control has been made.
Dr. No: Stand by.
Announcer: We will now stay on Mercury Spacecraft Control for the final countdown.
Mercury Control: This is Mercury Control. The check indicates all systems are go at this time. The countdown is now 4 minutes, 30 seconds and counting. This is Mercury Control. The spacecraft pilot, the launch, the tracking crew in case of emergency, and now even the weather man, have given us the word go.
Dr. No: Remain on standby. Approximately two minutes to go.
Scientist: Control rod actuators standing by.
Scientist 2: Converters standing by.
Dr. No: Synchronize radio beam for toppling.
Scientist 2: Synchronizing radio beam for toppling. Radio beam synchronised for toppling. Zeroed on the rocket now.
Mercury Control: We will now stay on Mercury Spacecraft Control for the final countdown…
Dr. No: Stand by. Run to full power. Fuel elements 21.
Scientist 2: Attention all controls. Going into operation…now.
Announcer 2: Control has been made. The umbilical is retracted. All elements of progress and operation are reported that they’re in good condition for the flight. We are t-minus one-nine seconds… T-minus one-five and counting. Ten…Nine…Eight…Seven…Six…Five… Four… Three…
Dr. No: Stop, you fools it’s running wild! Shut down!
Announcer 2: Two…One…Zero! Ignition! Lift off!
Announcer: The tower has been jettisoned. It’s a hunk. There’s the rocket against that grey sky, and it’s great! We can see the outline of the rocket. The engines are burning. You can hear the roar, and the roar still sounds good and true. It’s above the fourth tank. It’s a very hot rocket. You can see the flame of it against the grey of the fog and it’s coming into clear blue sky. Up in the sunlight, beginning to gleam. A very good, steady climb.
Announcer 2: All systems go! Go! Go!

James Bond: Honey! Honey! Honey! Where is the girl I came in with? Where is she?
Man: I don’t know! I don’t know!
James Bond: Where’s the girl they brought in with me? Where is she?
Woman: Number twelve.
James Bond: Show me.

James Bond: We’ve run out of fuel.
Honey Ryder: What are we going to do now?
James Bond: Well, we can swim, or, uh…
Honey Ryder: Or what?
James Bond: Come here.

Felix Leiter: Ahoy, Mr. Bond! Ahoy, Mr. Bond!
James Bond: Well, well! What’s the matter? Do you need help?
Felix Leiter: I’m quite sure you don’t.
James Bond: Well, now that you’re here, you’d better give us a tow!
Felix Leiter: Throw us your line!