The satellite is at present over... Kansas. Well, if we destroy Kansas the world may not hear about it for years. Perhaps New York, with all that smut and traffic...might give them a chance for a fresh start. Washington, DC. Perfect. Since we have not heard from them, they will hear from us.
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Tom Mankiewicz
Thomas Frank "Tom" Mankiewicz (June 1, 1942 – July 31, 2010) was an American screenwriter/director/producer of motion pictures and television, best known for his work on the James Bond films and his contributions to Superman: The Movie and the television series Hart to Hart. He was the son of Joseph Mankiewicz and nephew of Herman Mankiewicz. 2Early life and career Mankiewicz was born in Los Angeles on June 1, 1942. His parents were Austrian-born actress Rose Stradner and the celebrated screenwriter/director Joseph L. Mankiewicz. In 1950, his father, after winning four Oscars in two years for the screenplays and direction of A Letter to Three Wives and All About Eve, decided to move his family back to New York City, where he had been raised, the son of a German immigrant language professor. Mankiewicz was a graduate of Phillips Exeter Academy (1955–59) and Yale College (1959–63). He majored in drama at Yale, completing the first two years of the Yale Drama School while still an undergraduate. During vacations he worked at the Williamstown Summer Theater in Massachusetts both in production and as an actor. In 1961, he was hired as a third assistant director on The Comancheros, a film starring John Wayne and Lee Marvin, which was shot in the Monument Valley of Utah, the last film directed by Michael Curtiz. Wayne told Mankiewicz to remove his John F. Kennedy butto
Well go on, go on, it's merely a lift. Or should I say elevator? In any event I'm sure you'll find it far more convenient than mountaineering about outside the White House.
Blofeld: Right idea, Mr. Bond... James Bond: ...But wrong pussy.
Curious... how everyone who touches those diamonds seems to die.
Mr. Wint: If at first you don't succeed Mr. Kidd...? Mr. Kidd: Try, try again, Mr. Wint.
Presumably I'm the condemned man and obviously you're the hearty breakfast.
Well, one of us smells like a tart's handkerchief. [sniffs] I'm afraid it's me. Sorry, old boy.
Mr. Kidd: If God had wanted man to fly... Mr. Wint: ...He would have given him wings, Mr. Kidd.
Tiffany Case: [reading Bond's ID card planted on the deceased Franks] My God! You just killed James Bond! James Bond: Is that who it was? Well just goes to show, no one's indestructible.
Mr. Wint: The scorpion. Mr. Kidd: One of nature's finest killers, Mr. Wint. Mr. Wint: One is never too old to learn from a master, Mr. Kidd.
Felix Leiter: I give up. I know the diamonds are in the body, but where? James Bond: Alimentary, Dr. Leiter...
Plenty O'Toole: Hi, I'm Plenty. James Bond: [looks at cleavage] But of course you are.
Tee-Hee: There are two ways to disable a croc, you know. James Bond: I don't suppose you'd care to tell me what they are. Tee-Hee: One way is to take a pencil and stick it in the pressure area above its eye. James Bond: And the other way? Tee-Hee: Oh, the other way is twice as simple. You just stick…
James Bond: I'm not in the habit of giving answers to...lackeys. Mr. Big: You damn lucky you got an ear left to hear the question with!
[after finding a feathered hat in the cabin, Rosie looks fearful, but Bond tries to console her] Don't worry darling, it's just a hat, belonging to a small-headed man of limited means, who lost a fight with a chicken.
Francisco Scaramanga: When I was a boy, I was brought up in a circus. My only real friend was a huge, magnificent African bull elephant. One day, his handler mistreated him and he went berserk. Bleeding, dying, he came and found me, stood on one leg, his best trick, picked me up and put me on his…
Lazar: Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger. James Bond: Exactly. I am now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece.