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[Bond dangles from a cable car a thousand feet up.]
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Hang on!
James Bond: The thought had occurred to me.
Miss Moneypenny: Why are you so late, James?
James Bond: I fell out of an airplane without a parachute. Who's in there?
Miss Moneypenny: Q and the Minister of Defense.
James Bond: You don't believe me do you?
Miss Moneypenny: No.
Hugo Drax: James Bond. You appear with the tedious inevitability of an unloved season.
James Bond: Play it again son.
M: 007, no slip-ups, or we're both in trouble.
Hugo Drax: Even in death, my munificence is boundless. When this rocket lifts off, I shall be leaving you in your own private crematorium. Mr. Bond, Dr. Goodhead, I bid you farewell.
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