Honey Ryder : What are you doing here? Are you looking for shells?
One takes cyanide, another would've stood for her arm being broken, neither would talk. Who puts that sort of scare into people?
Honey Ryder : Have you any idea what they'll do with us?James Bond : No idea. No door handles or windows, either.Honey Ryder : It's a prison, then.James Bond : Mink-lined with first-class service.
James Bond : No, I'm just looking.Honey Ryder : Stay where you are.James Bond : I promise you, I won't steal your shells.Honey Ryder : I promise you, you won't either.