'Mac' MacDonald:
[showing a new explosive device] It's so new we don't even have a name for it yet.
Matt Helm: [throws the handkerchief to a safe distance, where it explodes upon hitting the ground] Why don't we call it a little bit of hanky panky?
Matt Helm: [throws the handkerchief to a safe distance, where it explodes upon hitting the ground] Why don't we call it a little bit of hanky panky?
Linka Karensky:
My dear, you must be terribly dedicated to your work, to wear an attrocious wig like that.
Freya Carlson: How very common of you to mention it.
Freya Carlson: How very common of you to mention it.
Matt Helm:
[Freya has pushed Lenka into the pool] What make you think she could swim?
Freya Carlson: That was the only way to find out, right?
Freya Carlson: That was the only way to find out, right?
Matt Helm:
[to the tune of 'Cry'] If your sweetheart pust a pistol in her bed, you'd do better sleeping with your uncle Fred...
Matt Helm:
[to the tune of 'The Sunny Side of the Street'] Grab your coat, get your pale, let me take you in the barn, dear. Just sit back and watch, 'cause I found a cow who gives scotch.
Matt Helm:
So this is the place I was gonna get shot in the back. Kind of a stylish pad to take off from.
Matt Helm:
Wanna do me a favor?
Freya Carlson: Yes sir.
Matt Helm: Go play in the freeway.
[turns to leave but turns back]
Matt Helm: Without a car!
Freya Carlson: Yes sir.
Matt Helm: Go play in the freeway.
[turns to leave but turns back]
Matt Helm: Without a car!
