Setting: Bond and Honey Ryder are on a small boat, having just escaped Dr. No's laboratory.
James Bond (Checking the gauge): We've run out of fuel.
Honey Ryder: What are we going to do now?
James Bond: Well, we can swim, or, er...
Honey Ryder: Or what?
James Bond: Come here.
(Honey Ryder moves in toward him. In the background, a navy vessel approaches with Felix Leiter on it)
Felix Leiter: Ahoy, Mr Bond! Ahoy, Mr Bond!
James Bond: Well, well! What's the matter? Do you need help?
Felix Leiter: I'm quite sure you don't.
James Bond: Now that you're here, you'd better give us a tow.
Felix Leiter: Throw us your line.
(James Bond and Honey Ryder remain on the small boat and kiss. As they do so, Bond releases the tow line...)
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Thursday, 8 January 2009
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