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!
