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Modesty Blaise, súper agente, súper espía

Sir Gerald Tarrant: I don't know how much you know about Arab etiquette, but the thing that must be avoided above all is familiarity. These chaps are as proud as Lucifer, and a woman among Muslims must be particularly careful.

Amsterdam guide: [after a boat has blown up] Oh, I'm sorry about the explosion. It doesn't happen every day.
Modesty Blaise: I don't come every day.

Gabriel: [Staked out in the hot sun and very thirsty] Champagne... champagne... champagne.

Willie Garvin: Here. We now have been through some scrapes together, have we? Funny how we always survived, isn't it?
Modesty Blaise: [licking on a large ice cream cone] Survived... each other?
Willie Garvin: Well, we shared the fights.
Modesty Blaise: But never shared the nights.
Willie Garvin: Perhaps we should've.
Modesty Blaise: We could've.
Willie Garvin: [he starts singing] At Covent Garden, il Trovatore, we were shot at in the stalls.
Modesty Blaise: [she starts singing] They all believed it was in the story.
Willie Garvin: And we took nine curtain calls.
Modesty Blaise: Perhaps eight would have been enough.
Willie Garvin: We've shared the thrills.
Modesty Blaise: We've even shared the kills.
Willie Garvin: But such a perfect pair, should surely share a bedroom.
Modesty Blaise: You know, it's cheaper, too.
Willie Garvin: It ain't. The other Summer, in Arizona, I was sentenced to the chair.
Modesty Blaise: But they didn't realize I knew the owner of the power station there.
Willie Garvin, Modesty Blaise: We've bombed and mined, but never intertwined.
Willie Garvin: We were crazy, you know.
Modesty Blaise: I was lazy.
Willie Garvin: I know.
Willie Garvin, Modesty Blaise: Yes, we should've, and we could've. Perhaps we can...

McWhirter: Mrs. Fothergill has been restless in your absence, sir. With a full moon, I fear for me life.

McWhirter: [after watching Mrs. Fothergill strangle a mime with her knees] Have you ever wondered about Mr. Fothergill?
Gabriel: I am Mr. Fothergill.

Mrs. Fothergill: [Noticing a tattoo scorpion on Modesty's leg when she grabs it] Ah... Scorpio.
Modesty Blaise: There's a sting in my tail. Mmm-hmm.

Modesty Blaise: Where are you taking me?
Gabriel: You are on board the Andronicus bound from Bizerte to Dubrovnik with a cargo of fruits and nuts.
Willie Garvin: He's a fruit merchant, see?
Modesty Blaise: He's a nut.
Gabriel: That's enough of that.

Willie Garvin: I figure it this way, princess: Gabriel's got it figured; so, I figure, all's we got to do is - stay close to Gabriel.
Modesty Blaise: Leave the figuring to me, Willie. You might hurt yourself.

Modesty Blaise: [Speaking of Gabriel's criminal career] The Royal Box at Ascot... picking pockets.
Gabriel: One has to start somewhere, you know.
Modesty Blaise: Your first mistake.
Gabriel: [Pointing his finger reprovingly] My last!

Gabriel: You must learn to sip your pleasures, Mrs. Fothergill. Don't gulp them all down at one go!

Sir Gerald Tarrant: [Advising Modesty] A woman amongst Muslims has to be particularly careful.

[first lines]
Modesty Blaise: Mmmm. Thank you. Read it to me, please.
Weng: Scorpio. Not like you to be lazy.
Modesty Blaise: No.
Weng: But, today it is an effort to exert yourself. Best to turn your attention to anything new, as this will be a stimulant. Don't take a partner for granted.