Auric Goldfinger. Sounds like a French nail varnish.
At last, you’re starting to tell the truth.[Andrea Anders: I want him dead. Name your price. Anything. I’ll pay it. You can have me too, if you like. I’m not unattractive.]
Another Carver building. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he developed an edifice complex.
An underground monorail. Connected to the last refuge of a scoundrel, no doubt.
An agent shouldn’t be concerned with anything but himself.
All those feathers and he still can’t fly.[after the motorcyclist flies off a cliff in a cloud of feathers]
A successful cover becomes almost second nature.
A palace of ice. You must feel right at home.[Miranda Frost: I’ll show you your room.]
A little restless, but I got off eventually.[Max Zorin: You slept well?]
“Harold Strutter, CIA.” Where were you when I didn’t need you?
