I have a lovely office at the back of my house; it's an old stable and you can see right out to the countryside on one side and into the house on the other side.

A pity to survive night flights over St. Georges Channel only to crack my skull falling from a ladder.

Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

Can we please focus? We are supposed to be professionals." Holly said. "Not me!" said Orion cheerily, "I'm just a Teenager with hormones running wild and may I say, young fairy lady, they're running wild in your direction.

The name's Bond. James Omar Bond.

They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.

Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion.