These scenes, they’re so … understated, so quiet. And then the Klingon. They don’t make action movies like that anymore.
Ouch!
“Come on, girls… IN! OUT! IN! OUT!”
Nope. Your Bond Fu is much stronger than mine.
The scantily-clad-women-galley isn’t without appeal either.
I gotta say, the supervillains these days could learn a thing or two from these guys. The importance of a pool stocked with naked girls in swim suits has sadly gone overlooked for too long.
Enjoy your meal…
Not as hot as the original. 
Or, as I like to call it:
Sic transit gloria mundi.
Well, some like 'em big… I like 'em blond.
Sadly, more progressive thinking has allowed women to find better employment than supervillain trophygirls.
Sic transit indeed. For shame.
See? Of course the Russians use red on their maps. How else would they hide that helicopter? 
… lawyer/banker/doctor trophy girls?
Exactly. Much less risk of getting brutally murdered on a whim.
Off the record: I don’t know what’s progressive about that… 
Point taken. Look at that ancient hair dryer!
The mysterious Blond Octopussy girl is really just too hot. I’m gonna have seriously consider super-villainy as a career option.
Feel free to retire to your bunk at any time. We’ll still be around when you come back.
Let the sport commence
I gotta remember that line!
Oh look, a giant kitty!
Back in those days, undercover British officers dressed in tuxedos all the time, and undercover Soviet officers dressed in full BDU and traveled in a red helicopter marked with big red star.
Eww. Big spiders.