Blofeld: Tiffany, my dear. We're showing a bit more *cheek* than usual, aren't we? [Tiffany takes the cassette out from her bottom and hands it to Blofeld] Blofeld: [to the guards] Take her below and lock her up with Mr. Bond. [the guards take her to a cell] Blofeld: What a pity, such nice cheeks too. If only they were brains. [referring to the cassette] Blofeld: Destroy this, Metz.|