Blofeld: Goodbye, Mr. Bond.
Russian Diplomat: The world knows we are a peace-loving people.
James Bond: Uggghhh... Siamese vodka?
James Bond: The last time someone gave me a massage, it was in Hong Kong. But, unfortunately, I had to cut it short. We were rudely interrupted by a couple of gunmen. So, we never got 'round to finishing it.
Blofeld: I shall look forward personally to exterminating you, Mr. Bond.
Tiger Tanaka: I must say I am disappointed with the ease with which I could pull you in. The one thing my honourable mother taught me long ago was never to get into a car with a strange girl. But you, I'm afraid, will get into anything. With any girl.
James Bond: I'd like you to examine these as soon as possible. They're from Osato's safe.
Tiger Tanaka: This is an order for naval stores. 500 kilos of butter. 50 containers of lox. What is lox?
James Bond: Oh, it's American name for smoked salmon. But, it's also the technical name for liquid oxygen - which makes rocket fuel.
Blofeld: James Bond. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong.
James Bond: Yes, this is my second life.
Blofeld: You only live twice, Mr. Bond.
Blofeld: The firing power inside my crater is enough to annihilate a small army. You can watch it all on TV. It's the last program you're likely to see.
James Bond: Well, if I'm gonna be forced to watch television, may I smoke?
Blofeld: Yes. Give him his cigarettes. It won't be the nicotine that kills you, Mr. Bond.