Let's be a James Bond film!

I’m shaken not stirred.

I’m pussy galore.

I’m Felix Leiter, the only prominent black man character other than Honor.

I'm Sean Connery's toupee

I'm Caroline Cossey.

I'm the dubbed voice of the Bond girl

I'm the Bond girls who manage to give even little gaylings boners.

[Quote] even little gaylings

They do say I look younger than my age but you flatter me.

The stylish intro and theme song—wonderfully paid homage to here by Scissor Sisters.

I'm Tom Jones, passed out in a recording studio from holding the final note of "Thunderball."

I'm Goldfingaaaaaaaaahhhhhh

I'm the Ken Adams sets.

I'm the slide whistle in The Man With the Golden Gun

I'm Lynn-Holly Johnson, who skates.

I'm Jill Bennett, who eats corn on the cob.

I am the bridge that opens over a piranha-filled indoor pool. I open whenever a henchperson that failed walks over me.

I am a witty bon mot delivered after a villain has just been violently dispatched.

Ohh... JAMES

I'm an instantly recognizable world-famous landmark, like the Eiffel Tower or the Golden Gate Bridge or the Taj Mahal. The producers during the Roger Moore era think you as viewers are so incredibly stupid you will not understand the setting has moved to a foreign country unless action takes place on or in me.

I'm the evil physically deformed (or worse, openly gay) henchman, skulking in the corner waiting to kill Bond after he has killed the main villain and is just about to unwind with the girl.

I'm the beautiful girl imaginatively killed in the first reel to set the plot in motion.

I'm the love interest who is 25 years younger than a pushing 60 Roger Moore

35 years younger!

I am the double-entendre in the names of many female leads: Honey Ryder, Pussy Galore, Kissy Suzuki, Plenty O'Toole, Mary Goodnight, Chew Mee.

I also word play the heroine's allegiances - Vesper Lind ~ West Berlin.

I'm the oddly always there in the nick of time RAF bomber dropping an inflatable dinghy down so 007 and the latest Bond girl can climb into it as the villain's island empire explodes, killing everyone else.

I’m Christmas. Which James thought only comes once a year.

[quote] I'm the beautiful girl imaginatively killed in the first reel to set the plot in motion.

I am the spectacular first reel which never, evah, has anything to do with the plot of the movie.

I'm Jaws, one of the villains in The Spy Who Loved Me, who was huge and had metal teeth. I was supposed to be killed off at the end of that movie. The producers loved me so much I was also in Moonraker. Then I was dropped and never appeared in a Bond film again.

I'm Aston Martin, OG of aggressive product placement.

I'm the almost but never quite naked women onscreen as the opening song and titles roll, usually writhing like eels in water.

I'm the immaculately tailored suits 007 wears.

I'm the fussy James Bond of the books transformed into super macho 007 of the movies.

I'm the Bahamas: I've featured in Thunderball, Casino Royale, and underwater scenes for Moonraker, The Spy Who Loved Me, and For Your Eyes Only.

I almost snagged Dr. No, too, but fuck it they went for Jamaica.

I'm all of Barbara Carrera's outfits in Never Say Never Again.

I'm the mad motorcycle ride that appears in every single Bond film.

I'm those nifty phallic silencers the bad guys use.

I'm Pussy Galore's lesbianism! I'll be cured when James' rapes me.

I'm the hat 007 throws onto the hatstand with unerring accuracy whenever he comes in to meet with M.

I'm Moneypenny.

James ruined my life.

I don't care - it was worth the price.

I’m the worst theme song, The Man With The Golden Gun, by Lulu.

I'm Richard Madden, hoping I won't have to drop my twink "friends" when I'm cast as the next Bond

I’m Sheena Easton the only singer to appear in the opening credits.

R41 Madden was previously in a relationship with English actress Jenna Coleman. As of May 2019, Madden split his time between his residence in London and Los Angeles. When asked about his private life during a New York Times interview, Madden stated: "I just keep my personal life personal."

Cocksucker.

R43 - Right, and Bradley Cooper was previously in a relationship with model Irina Shayk, with whom he has a child. And Jeremy Renner also has a child with a former . . . woman.

Amazing that a Bond thread is struggling at 45 replies.

Could this spell the end for Bond? The struggling 25 or whatever it's called will be released in 2021 if they're lucky, with the title actor getting longer and longer in the tooth and sick and tired of the role. Will the next one be James Norton? Or Aidan Turner? Or we've stopped playing that game?

After capitalism is dead, can James Bond still exist? Perhaps as a period piece?

I'm the other pussy - the cat that's oh-so-gently stroked by the villain.

I'm the ski chase!

I'm Bambi. Me and Thumper kicked the shit out of Sean Connery in Diamonds Are Forever.

I'm the piranhas that ate Helga Brandt

I'm Oddjob. Want to try on my bowler?

I'm the salad Stromberg falls into after Bond shoots him.

I'm the Bond almost nobody remembers.

I'm the other one.

I'm Alotta Fagina

I'm Richard Madden impatient for the aborted announcement of my ascension to the role if not for COVID 19.

I'm Zorin's blimp

I'm Sheriff Jay Dubya Peppah boy

I'm legendary TV STAR Deirdre Hall, still seething that DOOL didn't let me have time off to STAR in Moonraker!

I'm the BEST theme song: "Goldfing-errrrrr"

I'm Teehee's chicken!

I’m chlamydia. I never appear onscreen, but I’m a true franchise player.

I'm the seven James Bonds at Casino Royale

I'm George Lazenby, the one everyone forgot.

I'm Charles Gray. My appearances as a Bond villain predate my career high of playing the Criminologist in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." In most circles, I'm now just known as "the guy with no fucking neck."

I'm the laser that's heading for Sean Connery's genitalia as he's tied down on the table.

I'm Rosa Kleb - I actually took a scene away from Connery and that Russian babe as I slid down the wall to my death in "From Russia with Love".

I'm the Ban-Roll waistband on Roger Moore's sexy polyester pants.

I'm the theme song that's a third-rate version of "Goldfinger".

I'm Sean Connery's chest hair and treasure trail that leads to an obvious bushy bush.

I'm the fabergé egg in Octopussy.

R64- apparently you forgot I posted essentially the same thing @ R53

I'm Pola Ivanova's... Tchaikovsky!

I'm Drax's chateau in California, transported brick by brick from France.

I'm Drax's chateau in California, transported brick by brick from France.

I'm Charles Gray, who has the singular honour of having played both a Bond villain (Blofeld in "Diamonds are Forever") and a Bond good guy (Henderson, retired MK-6 agent killed off in an early scene in "You Only Live Twice").

I'm figure skating: the only sport or area of knowledge that 007 seems never to have mastered.

I'm Nancy Sinatra, totally out of her depth in the title song of "You Only Live Twice" and barely making it through the music with her voice in one piece.

I'm the invincible Boris Grishenko.

^*^^*MI-6, of course, not MI-K

I'm Caroline Cossey. I was an extra in For Your Eyes as a poolside bikini girl.

When I'm outed as trans, Roger Moore will be quoted as saying he was disgusted for having to share a scene with me. When it's later revealed that we never had a scene together, he'll recant his original statement and claim he was misquoted.

I'm all the actresses screeching about feminism who would nevertheless have leapt at a chance to be a Bond Girl.

I'm Verity

I'm the BEST theme song from a movie that has finally come to be respected by fans.

I'm the Look of Lurve

I'm John Barry, the heart and soul of James Bond.

When Shirley Bassey asked me what to picture when singing Diamonds Are Forever, I said to her in my deep Yorkshire brogue "It's about cock."

I'm Mischka and Grischka

Here I am at 76 blowing the roof off the Oscars - still have the range, darling

I'm a gassy Dr. Kananga

I am a martini - shaken, not stirred🍸

I am

I'm the 2,600 pairs of shoes for elephants that were made for an unfilmed elephant stampede in The Man with the Golden Gun.

I'm the actor cast as 007 in 2022. I'm a black lesbian.

I'm the "black lesbian" who was cast as "007"

I'm not actually playing James Bond, but try telling that to the reactionary fanboys!

I'm the assistant who has to make sure Sean's cock isn't presented in an obscene way.

I'm the starlet fingering my giant clam

...and showing off my perfect beach hair

I'm Roger Moore's plastic surgeon, retiring a rich man.

I'm the gay villain about to provide a cheap comic death, because I just love to get my ass busted by Bond

I'm Roger Moore's bland, hairless torso, failing to inspire a new generation of young gaylings as Mr. Connery's did.

I'm the effete Ian Flemming creating a hero incomprehensibly based on himself.

That's "Fleming" to you, sirrah, mind the spelling, and don't be fooled by the fey British persona so many posh boys exhibit- not "incomprehensible" at all:

"Educated at Eton, Sandhurst and, briefly, the universities of Munich and Geneva, Fleming moved through several jobs before he started writing.

While working for Britain's Naval Intelligence Division during the Second World War, Fleming was involved in planning Operation Goldeneye and in the planning and oversight of two intelligence units, 30 Assault Unit and T-Force. His wartime service and his career as a journalist provided much of the background, detail and depth of the James Bond novels."

R95 for the win, just for providing the photo.

^ I am the people who have never read Fleming's books, so they bizarrely suggest guys like Vin Diesel and Jason Statham should be the next Bond

I'm May Day's day at the races outfit.

I'm Scaramanga's third nipple.

I am the metal ball used to torture Bond in Casino Royale. I get so close to his scrotum, hit and swing back!

I'm Alice Cooper's unused Man With the Golden Gun theme.

I am the komodo dragon in Skyfall.

^ I kind of like it

I'm the rejected For Your Eyes Only theme by Blondie

I'm the straight flush that won the poker game.

I'm the Venetian glasswares museum from Moonraker.

I am the belt buckle on Ursula's white bikini!

I'm Melina's crossbow.

I am Gert Froebe as Goldfinger, with his heavy Saxon accent. BTW he used to live in his last years in the small town, where I live and his grave is in another small town close to me. He did not like our local cemetery...

I'm the James Bond Spectacular performed at the 1982 Oscars.

I'm the succession of toupees Connery wore as time took its merciless toll on my hairline.

I'm Q, tired of Bond fucking up my inventions.

I'm M, and if you ever utter what that stands for, I'll have you killed.

I'm Ben Whishaw, making more money as Q than I'll ever make doing indie films. Shakespeare at the NT, and onstage in the West End.

I'm the transgender Bond girl in For Your Eyes Only.

I'm Casino Royale, psyching the audience out 10 minutes in after they thought they wouldn't get a famous "gun barrel opening" from the new Blond Bond.

I'm the unloved step-child that's "Never Say Never" which fans and Bond producers insist doesn't belong in the original Bond franchise line-up. I'm basically Tiffany Trump!

I'm Siouxsie's Here Comes That Day which is better suited for James Bond 007: Casino Royale than what was picked as Bond song.

I'm the fantastic Pop Art opening titles of the Craig "Casino Royale".

I'm Goldeneye by Tina Turner, the last truly great Bond theme.

I'm sweet... like money!

I'm Dr. No's tungsten arm.

You don't want me giving you a hand-job.

I'm the original title of Licence to Kill.

I'm Klaus Hergersheimer, G section... checking radiation shields.

I'm this cutie from License to Kill.

I'm Commie France singing Golddinger

That was laughable, r133. And nothing to do with an actual Bond film.

I'm Rita Coolidge!

Cars

I'm Timothy Dalton, hooking up with r132's guy behind the scenes

I'm Benicio Del Toro, jealous the star isn't letting ME blow him!

Hey R134 You got something against Connie Francis?

Who hasn't?

I'm Dolly the hideous monster who fell in love with Jaws. Imagine, a girl with pigtails AND glasses in a Bond film???

What. A. BEAST!

r141. I liked her. I could always see her beauty behind the glasses. I liked the idea two Outsiders connecting. It was the Anti Bond 007 idea.

Connie...the very best!

Ignore the Connie Francis troll. It just escaped from the nursing home and found some wi-fi.

I'm the big hairy spider who got to crawl all over Sean Connery's naked body.

I'm the very expensive, exquisitely tailored "Suits by BRIONI".

I'm Oddjob. Am I a stereotype?

I'm the Russian shits chasing Bond. We're wearing black jumpsuits with yellow piping.

I'm the driving instructor who had to teach Craig to drive a standard shift before he was allowed to handle that Aston Martin.

I'm the money - every penny of it.

I'M THE OUT OF CONTROL fast moving massage table machine that had 007 tied down and naked on his stomach moving back and forth back and forth furiously and YOU KNOW i masturbated him with my motion and gave him a mindblowing orgasm and had him shooting his load on my leather surface before he was rescued..

I'm Helen Lawson. I turned down every leading Bond Girl role that came my way, from Dr. No onward. When I finally agreed to take part in a Bond picture, I lost out to Tanya Roberts. Cubby said I was simply too young for the part.

I'm Telly Savalas and I killed James Bond's wife.

I'm Roger Moore's hideous banana-coloured ski suit from The Spy Who Loved Me.

I'm the cello from Living Daylights.

I'm Sylvia's trench

I'm the shadow of the villain's helicopters on the hillsides/

R156 - You know she died a couple of year ago at NINETY! Stage name Eunice Gayson. She could sing, and initially trained as an opera singer.. But, see this:

"Gayson had initially been cast in Dr. No as Miss Moneypenny, M's secretary, while the actress who played Moneypenny, Lois Maxwell, had been cast as Sylvia Trench. However, Maxwell found the Trench character too immodest, and their roles were switched."

I'm the obvious dubbing on some of the Bond girls

I'm the gypsy catfight in From Russia with Love

I'm Gert Fröbe's gold cock ring.

They killed off M.

License to a Vicarious Thrill

I'm Largo's eyepatch!

I am the metal teeth of Jaws:

I'm the dog taking a piss in Thunderball.

I'm Blofeld's space-capsule-swallowing rocket.

I'm the birds that don't nest in a barren tree.

I'm a SPECTRE ring.

I'm the Van Halen-ish, whammy-bar-heavy guitar screams in John Barry's action theme in for A View to a Kill.

I'm Zambora the Gorilla Girl

I'm the World Bond has to save from total destruction in every damned film

I'm Necros. I love Chrissie Hynde!

I'm the popular shark tank, which has been featured in 3 films. Sadly, none with my sharks had fucking lasers mounted on their heads:

I'm Blofeld's lipstick.

I'm Largo's shocking video game.

I'm Frau Hoffner

I know what Christmas trees need to grow.

R172... loved me some Necros... like when he struts out of the pool in his blue speedo! oh yeah...

and perhaps my favorite bond song of all time "if there was a man" by chrissie!...

just 2 reasons to watch "the living daylights" again and again..

I'm the soul version of the theme song Live And Let Die which got bumped for McCartney's own version.

I am a blue Grigio Perla swimsuit, and would not look good on you, even if I were still available. Bwaaa ha ha!

I'm the vintage Rolex watches which once sold for $1000 to $2000 but now sell for tens of thousands simply because I appeared in these movies.

I'm Felix Leitner. By the time I send this comment someone else is playing me.

I'm the person who thinks Casino Royale (1967) is a funny, coherent film.

I'm 009 dressed as a clown in the nightmarish opening to Octopussy.

I'm Mr. Whisper's Wild Ride.

I am Fatima Blush, in my very 1983 au courant pirate couture:

I'm Le Chiffre's bloody tears.

R187 - I'm Le Chiffre's lips, a far more interesting part of Mr Madsen's face.

Come and get 'em.

(Especially as 007 hasn't got any to speak of.)

50 years on, still got it

I'm Xenia Onatopp's killer thighs.

I'm Carver's sea drill.

I am Richard Madden.

The NEXT James Bond!

I'm the woman who just needs James to slap me around to put me in my place to realize he's all the man I need.

I'm the bystander going about my day when a car/bus/tank/boat/motorcycle/horse/ski/hovercraft chase whizzes by.

R92 - "I am Richard Madden.

The NEXT James Bond!"

And I am Carmen Miranda.

I'm the Gustav Gays

I'm James' urine which incapacitates his assassin.

I'm Stromberg's webbed hands.

I'm " a slight stiffness..."

I'm the building that sinks in Casino Royale.

I'm the infamous double-taking pigeon.

I'm Sean Connery's brother Neil, star of Operation Double 007

I'm the Biretta 007 keeps trying to retain for use in the field, to Q's consternation.

I'm Q, continually wracking my brains for what are, essentially, variations on tracking devices, exploding suitcases, ejector seats, tailpipes that spew petrol and/or nails, and portable jetpacks - before they eliminate me from the story altogether.

I am the chair with no seat in the “Casino Royale” ball smacking scene that you probably feel guilt about watching. Over and over.

I'm Daniel Craig's simian-looking bulk in "Casino Royale". They toned me down a bit in subsequent films as people complained I was a bit overstated.

I'm Baron Samedi, cackling my way into the credits.

I'm Drax's fatal blossom.

I'm those cute little go-carts that the villain always makes his escape in whilst the rest of his staff goes down with the reactor or island.

I’ll be a gay man that pleasures each of the james bond cocks ( i’ll travel in my time machine to do it)

I'm the diamonds stuck in Zao's face.

I'm Helen Lawson. Cubby begged me to do the theme tunes for Goldfinger, Thunderball, You Only Live Twice, On Her Majesties Service, Diamonds are Forever, Live and Let Live, and Man with the Golden Gun. But Cubby's partner Harry always convinced him to go with someone to whom Harry owed a favor. Their constant fighting over whether to use my tunes in their films eventually led them to break up their long time partnership right after Man with the Golden Gun.

I'm the rejected Bond theme Searching for the Golden Eye

I'm pussies galore - they're every where!

I’m the delicatessen in stainless steel.

I’m Connery’s bizarre choice of necktie in Diamonds are Forever.

I'm George Lazenby. No one cares about me.

I'm Gary Morton. When Connery stepped down, the producers asked Lucy to be the next Bond, but I talked her out of it.

I'm the costume designer who spent a fun day watching Craig slip in and out of little swimsuits until we settled on the Perla he wore in that now famous shot of him rising out of the Atlantic like Mars on the half-shell . . .