On Her Majesty's Secret Service (film)

1969 film by Peter R. Hunt

On Her Majesty's Secret Service is a 1969 British-American action spy film, the sequel to 1967 film You Only Live Twice, in the James Bond series. Agent Bond woos a mob boss's daughter and goes undercover to uncover the true reason for Blofeld's allergy research in the Swiss Alps that involves beautiful women from around the world. It was followed by 1971 sequel film Diamonds Are Forever.

Directed by Peter R. Hunt. Written by Richard Maibaum, based on the novel by Ian Fleming.
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  • This never happened to the other fellow.
  • [On a pursuing thug that gets caught and puréed in a snowplow] He had lots of guts!
  • [After Tracy has been shot and killed; to a police officer responding to them] It's... It's all right. It's quite all right, really. She's having a rest. We'll be going on soon. [Choking up] There's no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.

Dialogue

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Tracy: Why do you persist in rescuing me, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: It's becoming quite a habit, isn't it, Contessa Teresa?
Tracy: Teresa was a Saint; I'm known as Tracy.
James Bond: Well, Tracy, next time play it safe and stand on 5.
Tracy: People who want to stay alive play it safe.
James Bond: Please, stay alive! At least for tonight.

Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a formal invitation.
James Bond: There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.

[James throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day]
Draco: But today is the thirteenth, Commander.
James Bond: I'm superstitious.

Draco: May I introduce my daughter, Teresa.
James Bond: Contessa..!
Tracy: Mr. Bond and I have already met.
James Bond: But each time is a renewed pleasure. Madame always makes one feel so welcome!
[Tracy leaves]
Draco: She likes you! I can see it.
James Bond: You must give me the name of your oculist.

Bond: [About Tracy] I find her fascinating. But she needs a psychiatrist, not me.
Draco: What she needs is a man... to dominate her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!

Irma Bunt: [Flying in helicopter] Now up into the Alps. That is avalanche damage. You enjoy the skiing or the bobsleigh perhaps?
James Bond: I'm not a sporting man, Fraulein. Even when I'm at my best.
Irma Bunt: Do you feel the airsickness? Up to there is for the public, and from here upwards it is strictly private. No one, no one at all... may come through without permission from the Count. There is the Bleuchamp Institute for allergy research.
James Bond: What kind of allergies?
Irma Bunt: All of them. Like the hay fever, or the sickness caused by the oysters... or inability to eat meat. The Count is a specialist in this field.
James Bond: I'll be glad to get my feet on the ground.
Irma Bunt: Not ground. Ice.
James Bond: Fraulein, I should warn you, guns make me very nervous.
Irma Bunt: They're to keep away the spies from the chemical companies. Many times already they have tried to steal our discoveries.
James Bond: Yes, we live in a world of avarice and deceit.
Irma Bunt: Here, at least, there's no avarice.
James Bond: Really?
Irma Bunt: The Bleuchamp Institute is not for profit, Sir Hilary. The Count does his work for the sake of mankind.
James Bond: Mm, I'm very happy to hear it.
Irma Bunt: He wants to leave his mark on the entire world. Characteristic ambition.
James Bond: Characteristic?
Irma Bunt: Of a true humanitarian.
James Bond: Ah!
Irma Bunt: Formerly it was a sports club, open to the public. Now it belongs to the Count, who has given it to scientific research.

Blofeld: Merry Christmas, 007.
James Bond: I'm Sir Hillary Bray.
Blofeld: No no no, Mr. Bond. Respectable baronets from the College of Heralds do not seduce female patients in clinics. On the other hand, they do get their professional details... right. The De Bleauchamps tombs are not in the Augsburg Cathedral as you said, but in the Ste. Anna Kirch. Sir Hillary Bray would have known! A small slip. It takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a Herald. [Snaps Bond's disguise spectacles in half]
James Bond: [Normal voice] It'll take more than cutting off your earlobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a Count.
Blofeld: I may yet surprise you. But I'm afraid you have no more surprises left for me. I know all about your mission, Mr. Bond. [Throws Bond's contact's climbing equipment to the ground] Your colleague! Such a keen climber, and a brilliant conversationalist... before he left us.
James Bond: You realize that he reported where I am.
Blofeld: Oh, I doubt that. In any case, no one is coming to your rescue, Mr. Bond. In a few short hours, the United Nations will receive a Yuletide greeting. The information that I now possess the scientific means to control... or to destroy, the economy of the whole world. People will have more important things to think about than you.
James Bond: If they believe your threat.
Blofeld: [Chuckles and then sits] Oh, they will. In any case, I have prepared a demonstration. Remember that... disagreeable outbreak of foot-and-mouth disease in England, last summer? [Lights a cigarette] Well, I shall instruct them, in very convincing terms, exactly how I arranged that. And my capacity has improved, since.
James Bond: Allergy vaccines? [Pause] Bacteria. Bacteriological warfare.
Blofeld: With a difference. Our great breakthrough since last summer has been the confection of a certain "Virus Omega".
James Bond: ...Infertility.
Blofeld: Total infertility, in plants and animals. Not just disease in a few herds, Mr Bond, or a single crop... but the destruction of a whole strain, forever, throughout an entire continent. If my demands are not met, I shall proceed with the systematic extinction of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world.
James Bond: Including, I suppose, the human race?
Blofeld: [Smirks] I don't think, do you, Mr. Bond, that the United Nations will let it come to that? Not after their scientists analyze a small sample of Virus Omega they have received.
James Bond: Epidemics of sterility. Nothing is born, no seed even begins to sprout. [pause] They'll find an antidote.
Blofeld: Of course! If I give them enough time. [Stands]
James Bond: They'll have time. Once they're warned, you'll have a problem dispensing the stuff.
Blofeld: That problem has already been solved. I have been training my own special... "Angels of Death."
James Bond: Those girls.
Blofeld: Those girls. And many others like them.
James Bond: But, exactly how?
Blofeld: Mm. [Takes a cigarette drag]... That will remain my secret.
James Bond: [Smirks] And how many hundred millions do you want for your services this time, Blofeld?
Blofeld: "This time?" [Chuckles] This time, the price is of another kind. You'll be even more amused when you know what. In the meanwhile, I will keep you here as my guest. You'll be very useful in helping to convince the authorities... that I mean what I say. And I'll do what I claim.

[M refuses to authorize an attack on Blofeld]
James Bond: And the girl who helped me escape? We just leave her there?
M: This department is not concerned with your personal problems.
James Bond: This department owes her a debt. She saved my life.
M: Operation Bedlam is DEAD! Do you understand, 007?
James Bond: Yes, sir. I understand.

Blofeld: Now, if you're very, very nice to me. I could make you my Countess.
Tracy: But I'm already a Countess.
Blofeld: Whereas if you displease me, I can promise you a very different estate.

Q: [Wishing Bond luck on his wedding day] Look, James, I know that we haven't always exactly seen... well, anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...
James Bond: Thank you, Q, but this time I've got the gadgets and I know how to use them.

Cast

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