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Outside the May'Day'comb jail in the deep south with a Duran-Duran soundtrack:
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| Ooooh, James! So full of GRACE and JONES! Just who are you, really? | |
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Our hero must mind his M's and Q's if he wants to regain his moral values and box office success!
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| Should I SCOUT out a view for your last Bond appearance? | |
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| Moneypenny, I 'ATA-KISS' you! FINTCH me a Coca-Cola. Shaken, not stirred. | |
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| Ooooo! Do you have one MOORE? | |
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| ROGER that! You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view -until you climb into his skin and have 'Christopher Walken' around in it. | |
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