Moonraker

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
You know him?

James Bond:
Not socially. His name's Jaws, he kills people.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Hang on!

James Bond:
The thought had occurred to me.

Hugo Drax:
Mr. Bond, you persist in defying my efforts to provide an amusing death for you.

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 belive me do you?

Miss Moneypenny:
No.

Hugo Drax:
Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?

James Bond:
I discovered it had a crush on me.

Hugo Drax:
Look after Mr. Bond. See that some harm comes to him.

Hugo Drax:
At least I shall have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery.

Hugo Drax:
James Bond. You appear with the tedious inevitability of an unloved season.

Sir Frederick Gray, Minister of Defence:
My God, what's Bond doing?

Q:
I think he's attempting re-entry, sir.

Hugo Drax:
You missed, Mr. Bond.

James Bond:
Did I?

Corinne:
The Drax residence. Every stone brought from France. Cute, isn't it?

James Bond:
Magnificent. Why didn't he buy the Eiffel tower as well?

Corinne:
He did, but the French government refused him an export permit.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Come on, Mr. Bond. A 70-year-old can take 3 G's.

James Bond:
Well, the trouble is there's never a 70-year-old around when you need one.

James Bond:
Oh, I suppose you're right. We would be better off working together. Détente?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Agreed.

James Bond:
Understanding?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Possibly.

James Bond:
Co-operation?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Maybe.

James Bond:
Trust?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Out of the question.

Hugo Drax:
Frederick Gray! What a surprise. And in distinguished company, all wearing gas masks. You must excuse me, gentlemen, not being English, I sometimes find your sense of humor rather difficult to follow!

James Bond:
Bollinger? If it's '69 you were expecting me.

Hugo Drax:
First there was the dream, now there is reality. Here in the untainted cradle of the heavens will be created a new super race, a race of perfect physical specimens. You have been selected as its progenitors. Like gods, your offspring will return to Earth and shape it in their image. You have all served in public capacties in my terrestrial empire. Your seed, like yourselves, will pay deference to the ultimate dynasty which I alone have created. From their first day on Earth they will be able to look up and know that there is law and order in the heavens.

Q:
It's activated by nerve impulses from the wrist muscles.

James Bond:
Like this?

M:
Oh, thank you, 007!

Q:
Be careful, will you? Now, there's ten darts: five blue-tipped, armour-piercing; five red-tipped, cyanide coated, causing death in thirty seconds.

James Bond:
Very novel, Q. Must get them in the stores for Christmas.

Hugo Drax:
Allow me to introduce you to the airlock chamber. Observe, Mr Bond, your route from this world to the next. And the treacherous Dr Goodhead; your desire to become America's first woman in space will shortly be fulfilled.

Jaws:
Well, here's to us.

Hostess Private Jet:
Any higher, Mr Bond, my ears will pop.

Pilot Private Jet:
This is where we leave you, Mr Bond.

James Bond:
A little premature isn't it?

James Bond:
Take a giant step back for mankind.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Have you broken something?

James Bond:
Only my tailor's heart.

James Bond:
What was that for?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
For saving my life.

James Bond:
Remind me to do it more often!

James Bond:
Moonraker 5, that's the answer. Drax's shuttle is armed with a laser. We can track those globes and destroy them. (See: Goofs)

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Where's Drax?

James Bond:
Oh, he had to fly.

James Bond:
Standard CIA equipment. And the CIA place you with Drax, correct?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Very astute of you, James.

James Bond:
Not really. I have friends in low places.

James Bond:
Haven't we met somewhere before?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
The face is familiar.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
As is the manner.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
This evening I'm giving my address.

James Bond:
Then can you think of a reason why we can't go for a drink afterwards?

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Not immediately. But I'm sure I shall.

Captain:
How are we doing, Richard?

RAF Officer:
We should pass over the English coast 15 minutes ahead of time, sir.

Captain:
Wow! With this load on our back, that's good going.

RAF Officer:
Just trust the RAF, sir.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
James?

James Bond:
I think it may be time to go home.

Dr. Holly Goodhead:
Take me 'round the world one more time.

Hugo Drax:
Jaws, Mr Bond must be cold after his swim... Be sure to place him where he can be assured of adequate warmth...

Drax:
You missed Mr. Bond.

Bond:
Did I?

May I interest you in something Mr. Bond - I am tempted to say YES immediately but I think I'll just take a look around

James Bond:
Play it again Sam.