Thunderball (1965)
Molly Peters: Patricia
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Quotes
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Pat Fearing : Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
James Bond : A poker, in the hands of a widow.
Pat Fearing : Really? I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
James Bond : Not this one. He didn't like me at all.
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[after making love to Pat, Bond sees something suspicious on the grounds, and gets up to investigate]
Pat Fearing : James, where are you going?
James Bond : Oh, nowhere. I just thought I'd take a little, uh... exercise.
Pat Fearing : You must be joking.
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Pat Fearing : You wouldn't tell Doctor Wade? Please, I'd lose my job.
Bond : Well, I, I suppose my silence could have a price.
Pat Fearing : You don't mean - oh, no.
Bond : Oh, yes!
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Bond : [draping arm around nurse] Do I seem healthy to you?
Pat Fearing : Too healthy, by far.
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James Bond : I'm truly sorry to have to dash off like this, but, there's been a bit of a flap at the office.
Pat Fearing : What kind of work do you do, anyway?
James Bond : Oh, I travel... a sort of - licensed troubleshooter.
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[after strapping Bond to the motorized traction table]
Pat Fearing : There now. First time I've felt *really* safe all day.
[turns the machine on]
Pat Fearing : I'll look in and see how you're doing in fifteen minutes.
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Pat Fearing : Take off your bath robe, please.
Bond : You never say that as if you meant it.
Pat Fearing : Arms above your head, please.
[Bond makes a pass]
Pat Fearing : Behave yourself, Mr. Bond!
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Pat Fearing : Oh, those damned airplanes. They're enough to drive you mad.
James Bond : Mm...
Pat Fearing : Unless, of course, it's that mink glove of yours.
James Bond : I'll uh, shut out the noise.
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Shrublands Receptionist : [the fire alarm is ringing] What's happened? What's going on?
Bond : I don't know. Could it be the front door bell?
Pat Fearing : No, it most certainly could *not*.
Bond : Oh well, eh...
Pat Fearing : Haven't you had enough exercise for one evening?
Bond : Eh, it's funny you should say that.
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Bond : [massaging Pat] Mink. It uh, reduces the tensions.
Pat Fearing : [throaty voice] Not mine.
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Bond : By the way, who is the man in the room next to your Count Lippe?
Pat Fearing : I really don't know too much about him. A Mr. Angelo. He's here with a private physician, recuperating from an awful car crash, I understand.
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Pat Fearing : *Behave* yourself, Mr. Bond! Oh, I can see there's only one place to keep *you* quiet.
[pulls back a curtain to reveal a traction table]
Bond : And what's this?
Pat Fearing : A motorized traction table for stretching the spine. Some patients call it "The Rack."
Bond : I'm not surprised.
Pat Fearing : Oh, get on.
Bond : Where's the kickstarter?
Pat Fearing : Oh, stop fooling around, and face down, please.
Bond : Face...
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Pat Fearing : [after seeing Bond pause to watch a body being loaded into an ambulance] Mr. Angelo. Heart attack last night.
Bond : I'm not surprised.
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Pat Fearing : You better come along with with me. Spend a few minutes in the steam room. That will help to relax you.
Bond : Yes.
Pat Fearing : Might even shrink you back to size.
