Pat Fearing Quotes in Thunderball (1965)

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.

Bond: [draping arm around nurse] Do I seem healthy to you?

Pat Fearing: Too healthy, by far.

[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.

Bond: [massaging Pat] Mink. It uh, reduces the tensions.

Pat Fearing: [throaty voice] Not mine.

Pat Fearing: What exactly do you do?

James Bond: Oh, I travel... a sort of licensed troubleshooter.

Bond: Keep in touch.

Pat Fearing: Anytime, anyplace, James.

Bond: Another time, another place.

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: 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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.