I've taught you to love chickens, to love their flesh, their voice.
— Richard Maibaum, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Telly Savalas, imdb.com
Movie
James Bond tracks his archnemesis, Ernst Blofeld, to a mountaintop retreat where he is training an army of beautiful, lethal women. Along the way, Bond falls for Italian contessa Tracy Draco, and marries her in order to get closer to Blofeld.
I've taught you to love chickens, to love their flesh, their voice.
— Richard Maibaum, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, Telly Savalas, imdb.com
James Bond: Moneypenny, what would I do without you? Moneypenny: My problem is that you never do anything with me.
Do not kill me, Mr. Bond. At least not until we've had a drink. And if you wish, I'll give you another chance.
Tracy, I was always taught that mistakes should be remedied, especially between friends—or lovers.
James Bond: Unusually small for a Nymphalis polychloros. M: I wasn't aware that your expertise included lepidoptery.
Tracy: You're hurting me. James Bond: I thought that was the idea for tonight.
[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.
[Bond finds Tracy in his hotel suite with his gun in her hand] Tracy: Suppose I were to kill you for a thrill? Bond: I can think of something more sociable to do.
Bond: [about Tracy] I find her fascinating. But she needs a psychiatrist, not me. Draco: What she needs is a man...to dominate her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!
People who want to stay alive play it safe.
This never happened to the other fellow.
[After Tracy has been shot and killed] It's...it's all right. She's just having a rest. [choking up] There's no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.
James Bond: I tend to notice little things like that—whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette. Tiffany Case: Which do you prefer? James Bond: Well, as long as the collar and cuffs match. Tiffany Case: We'll talk about that later.
You've got sharp eyes and beautiful…earlobes.
There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.
[After Tracy has been shot and killed] It's...it's all right. She's just having a rest. [choking up] There's no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.