Dr. No1962

Quarrel:
Ain't no use you struggling. Pussfeller wrestles alligators.

[Bond counters Quarrel and Pussfeller, points a gun at them

Bond:
Right. Up slowly and face that wall.

[Leiter from behind]

Felix Leiter:
Hold it. [takes Bond's gun] Gently, bud. Gently. Let's not get excited. [to Quarrel] Frisk him.

Quarrel:
Nothing.

Felix Leiter:
Interesting. Where were you measured for this?

Bond:
My tailor. Savile Row.

Felix Leiter:
Is that so? Mine's a guy in Washington.Felix Leiter. Central Intelligence Agency.You must be James Bond.

Bond:
You mean we're fighting the same war?

Felix Leiter:
Yeah. I spotted you at the airport, but...

when you left with the opposition I figured I must be wrong. This is Quarrel. He's been helping me.

Bond:
No hard feelings, I hope?

Quarrel:
Only a sore hand. Glad to know you, Mr Bond.

Felix Leiter:
This is Pussfeller. He owns the place.

Bond:
I hope he cooks better than he fights!

Pussfeller:
Nobody died from my cooking - yet!