I’ll do anything for a woman with a knife.
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Michael G. Wilson
Michael Gregg Wilson, OBE (born January 21, 1942) is an American producer and screenwriter, best known for his association with the James Bond film series. 2Background Wilson was born in New York City, the son of Dana (née Natol) and actor Lewis Wilson. His father was the first actor to play the DC Comics character Batman in live action, which he did in the 1943 film serial Batman. He is the stepson of the James Bond producer Albert R. Broccoli and half-brother to Bond co-producer, Barbara Broccoli. Wilson graduated from Harvey Mudd College in 1963 as an electrical engineer. He later studied law at Stanford. After graduating, Wilson worked for the United States government and later a firm located in Washington D.C. that specialized in international law. He was made an Officer of the Order of the British Empire (OBE) in the 2008 New Year Honours, alongside Barbara Broccoli. In 2010 Wilson was given The Royal Photographic Society's award for Outstanding Service to Photography, which carries with it an Honorary Fellowship of The Society. Wilson and his wife Jane have two sons, a younger son Gregg Wilson and the older being David G. Wilson, who both work at Eon Production
Mr Bond! We can do a deal! I'll buy you a delicatessen! In stainless steel!
James Bond: The Chinese have a saying: 'When setting out on revenge, you first dig two graves'. Melina: I didn't expect you to understand, you're English. But I'm Half-Greek. And Greek Women, like Electra, always avenge their loved ones.
Columbo: We are five men. Melina: And a woman
Melina: I didn't think it would end like this. James Bond: We're not dead yet. Hold tight.
I trust you had a pleasant 'fright'!
I'm afraid we're being out-horse-powered!
Courage is no match for an unfriendly shoe, Countess...
St. Cyril's, where we used to hide from the Germans. Only Kristatos would make an abandoned monastery his personal retreat.
I love a drive in the country. Don't you...?
Bibi: Him? He thinks I'm still a virgin. James Bond: Yes. Well, you get your clothes on...and I'll buy you an ice cream.
You left this with Ferrara, I believe. [kicks the car, making it fall from the mountain and therefore killing Locque] He had no head for heights.
For your eyes only.
[Bond enters a confessional] James Bond: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. Q: [in disguise as the priest] That's putting it mildly, 007!
[to Bibi] Now put your clothes back on, and I'll buy you an ice cream.
[To General Gogol, after throwing the ATAC console off a cliff] That's detente, comrade. You don't have it, I don't have it!
Oh, a man of principle—with a price on his head. Naturally you do it for Queen and Country. I have no country. I have no price on my head!
My government categorically denies the incident ever occurred.
Mr. Bond is indeed of a very rare breed... soon to be made extinct.
Really, 007! Look, I haven't time for these adolescent antics!