On Her Majesty's Secret Service Page #3

- Much too far from you, darling.

Oh, same old James!

Ooh! Only more so.

Heartless brute! Letting me pine away

without even a postcard.

Pine no more.

Cocktails at my place,

eightish, just the two of us.

Oh, I'd adore that!

If only I could trust myself.

Same old Moneypenny.

Britain's last line of defence.

You'd better go in.

He's running a very tight ship today.

I'm relieving you

from Operation Bedlam, 007.

But, sir, Blofeld's

something of a must with me.

You've had two years to run him down.

- Have you lost confidence in me?

- I'm well aware of your talents, 007.

But a licence to kill is useless,

unless one can set up the target.

- Sir...

- I'll find you a more suitable assignment.

- Under the circumstances...

- That's all!

That was a quick conference.

- How can a girl keep herself alluring...

- Take a memo, please, Moneypenny.

Ready, James.

Sir, I have the honour to request

if you'll accept my resignation

effective forthwith.

- Resignation from what?

- Her Majesty's Secret Service.

And kindly present it

to that monument in there.

Underneath de mango tree

Me honey and me

come watch for de moon...

Sorry, ma'am.

- 007... James Bond here.

- He wants you, James.

Request granted.

Request granted. Not even with regret.

What did you expect? A knighthood?

Why don't you read it?

Two weeks' leave!

Well, you didn't really

want to resign, did you?

Moneypenny,

what would I do without you?

My problem is that

you never do anything with me.

It's a date. The moment I get back.

- Where are you off to?

- Oh, just some place to laze about.

Beachcombing.

What would I do without you,

Miss Moneypenny? Thank you.

Bonjour, Miguel.

Teresa!

It's so long since we see you!

- Yes, very well.

- There's Tracy.

- Huh?

- Tracy.

Where is she? Ah, there she is!

- Teresa!

- Happy birthday, Papa.

You make it so by being here.

You look marvellous.

There's someone I want you to meet.

- Salut, Olympe. How are you?

- It's good to have you back.

- You look wonderful!

- Thanks.

Bom dia. Bonjour.

Mr Bond, may I introduce

my daughter? Teresa.

Contessa.

- We've already met.

- But each time is a renewed pleasure.

Madame always makes one feel

so welcome!

She likes you, I can see it.

You must give me

the name of your oculist.

Brilliant.

I didn't know Mr Bond knew Papa.

There are many things

about Mr Bond one does not know.

It would be interesting

to attend night school perhaps.

Papa is up to something, I'm sure of it.

Your father loves you very much, Tracy.

Whatever he may arrange,

I know it's for your happiness.

What has Papa arranged?

Ah! Mr Bond.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Many happy returns.

The best years

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