A “recovering” James Bond endearingly says this friendly quote after a session with his rehab aide Patricia Fearing. Although a playful, funny quip, Bond shows his nonchalance (and the 1960s misogyny he’s sometimes known for) after coaxing Fearing for a romp after her incompetence leaving 007 trapped and unaccompanied in the stretching rack machine.
In Licence To Kill (1989) as Bond investigates Leiter’s shark attack at Milton Krest’s warehouse, 007 tosses a security guard into a fish food drawer to a seemingly horrifying death. “Food for the fish food.”
This scene has a particular significance for me, as it’s the earliest memory I have of watching a James Bond movie in my life. I can distinctly remember this scene during a live ABC or NBC broadcast of this movie in the early 1990s. I also distinctly remembering the pity I felt for the security guard, banished to die by tiny bites in a claustrophobic drawerful of menacing-looking fish food.
At the same time, I can remember wiggling and eventually pulling a tooth out of my mouth. I was six or seven years old.
