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: Hmmm, it is little Otto. He was one of your mother's lovers. We often find him lying around. Mata Bond
: Is he dead? Frau Hoffner
: Hard to tell. He always looked like that.
: [In front of 10 Downing Street
] Oh, Daddy, I do so long to meet him. All the girls do. He really turns me on! Sir James
: Did that finishing school teach you to talk like that? Mata Bond
: No, I taught them. Oh, do be a pet, Daddy. Sir James
: Be a good girl, do run along and watch the changing of the guard. Mata Bond
: I bet Mummy would have taken me in. Sir James
: Mummy took everyone in.
: This is your mother's room. It has not been opened since the day she left here in 1916. You see. Nothing has been touched. Mata Bond
: It's a wild room! Hey, what an enormous bed! Polo
: The German army was very large in those days.
: Come along, child. The auction is about to begin. Mata Bond
: Auction? Frau Hoffner
: Tonight we are selling one of the finest art collections in Europe. Mata Bond
: Le Chiffre's collection? Frau Hoffner
: Who? Mata Bond
: Le Chiffre. Frau Hoffner
: Who's Le Chiffre? Mata Bond
: The man who owns the collection. Frau Hoffner
: What collection? Mata Bond
: The collection that's about to be auctioned. Frau Hoffner
: Who said anything about an auction? Mata Bond
: You did. Frau Hoffner
: Who am I? Mata Bond
: Frau Hoffner. Frau Hoffner
: Never heard of her. You're insane, my child, quite insane. Mata Bond
: I think she's right!
: [Pulls down the handle on a toilet and floor circulates to another room
] It's the first john I've ever gone around with.
: [Mata just arrived at International Mother's Help
] Who are you? What do you want? Mata Bond
: I'm here to enroll as a student. Frau Hoffner
: What are you qualifications, hmmmm? Mata Bond
: I am the daughter of Mata Hari. Polo
: Mata Hari! Frau Hoffner
: You are a liar. Mata Bond
: Am I? What about this, then?
[She takes off her coat to reveal a belly-dancing outfit
: [struggling up the stairs
] My battery needs recharging. Mata Bond
: Maybe your head needs examining. Polo
: No, I had that examined last week.
: Taxi! Mata Bond
: You're so like your mother, you're driving me insane. Mata Bond
: Well, you haven't got far to go. Polo
: Come to me. Come to me, my little Mata. Come to me. Come!
[He falls off the bed, Mata opens the door
] Mata Bond
: About time you were back in your box, innit? Polo
: You must forgive me. I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad. Mata Bond
: You want an argument?
: You know, if you weren't my dad I think I could fancy you. Sir James
: That's very good of you, my dear. Rather warm in here, don't you think? Mata Bond
: Cool it, Charlie. So you want me to go to Berlin, huh? Sir James
: Now Mata, you remember the old house on the Felmannstrasse? Mata Bond
: Yeah, where Mum had a dancing school. Sir James
: That has now become International Mother's Help. But that's just a cover for its real function. It is... Does he speak English? Mata Bond
: Hey Charlie, you speak English? Charlie
: [In Mata's room
] Who are all these people? Mata Bond
: They're the high priests of the temple. Okay, Fred, up it!
[a priest gets up and bows as he leaves
] Sir James
: What an extraordinary performance. They seem to treat you like some kind of goddess. Mata Bond
: Well, I am the celestial virgin of the sacred altar. Sir James
: Figuratively speaking, of course. Mata Bond
: Of course.
: The Mata Hari School of Dancing is the only truly international school of espionage in the world. Polo
: In the world. Frau Hoffner
: There is no political prejudice here. Polo
: Prejudice. Frau Hoffner
: We train Russian spies for America. Polo
: America. Frau Hoffner
: And American spies for Russia. Mata Bond
: Very democratic. Frau Hoffner
: *Very* democratic.
: Who is Le Chiffre? Polo
: Nobody knows, not even Le Chiffre.
: 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!
: Oh! You want me to be a spy - like mum, huh? Well. Sir James
: Family tradition, my dear. Mata Bond
: Do I get an exploding brief case and a secret transmitter? Sir James
: That won't be necessary. Mata Bond
: Well, I have to have some equipment. Sir James
: Your mother wiped out three divisions of infantry and five brigades of calvary and, well, frankly, she had much less equipment than you have.
: You must forgive me, I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad. Mata Bond
: You want an argument? Polo
: Remember, forget everything I tell you. Mata Bond
: My lips are sealed. Polo
: Lips! Those lips that... Mata Bond
: Run. Run along, son.