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Sir James: They seem to treat you like some kind of a goddess.
Mata Bond: Well, I am the Celestial Virgin of the Sacred Altar.
Sir James: Figuratively speaking, of course.
Mata Bond: Of course! Some tea?
Sir James: Ah, cup of tea, splendid.
Mata Bond: Its made from poppy seeds. Two cups of this and you're stoned out of your mind!
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Vesper Lynd: Haven't you read the papers today?
Evelyn Tremble: I don't normally get them quite so early.
Vesper Lynd: I get them before they're printed.
Evelyn Tremble: Well, I suppose you can do anything if you have money.
Mireille Darc
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