Molly Peters credited as playing...
Patricia
- 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.
- [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.
- 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!
- 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.
- [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.
- 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!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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...
- 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.
- 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.