James Bond (film series)
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The James Bond film series deals with the British author Ian Fleming's best-known character, MI6 agent James Bond, also known as agent 007. He has been portrayed, as of 2006, by six actors in 22 official films from EON Productions started by film producers Albert R. Broccoli and Harry Saltzman.
- See also: Dr. No (film), From Russia with Love, Goldfinger (film), Thunderball (film), You Only Live Twice (film), On Her Majesty's Secret Service (film), Quantum of Solace.
[edit] Diamonds Are Forever (1971)
- Directed by Guy Hamilton. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Richard Maibaum & Tom Mankiewicz (screenplay).
Bond: There's something I'd like to get off your chest...
Bond: Weren't you a blonde when I came in? (Jill St. John just changed clothes and removed a wig.)
Tiffany: Could be.
Bond: I tend to notice little things like that, whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette.
Tiffany: And which do you prefer?
Bond: No preference really, providing the collars and cuffs match....
Bond: That's a nice little nothing you're almost wearing!
Tiffany: I'll finish dressing.
Bond: Oh please don't, not on my account.
Sir Donald: Tell me Commander, how far does your expertise extend into the field of diamonds?
Bond: Well, hardest substance found in nature. They cut glass, suggest marriages, I suppose it replaced the dog as the girls best friend. That's about it.
M: Refreshing to hear that there is one subject you're not an expert on!
Plenty: Hi, I'm Plenty!
Bond: [looking at her cleavage] But of course you are...
Plenty: Plenty O'Toole.
Bond: Named after your father, perhaps?
Blofeld: The satellite is now over... Kansas. Well, if we blow up Kansas the world may not hear about it for years.
(After blowing up a helicopter)
Mr. Wint: If God had wanted man to fly, Mr. Kidd...
Mr. Kidd: ...He would have given him wings, Mr. Wint.
Mr. Kidd: Well, they're aboard, and I must say, Miss Case is quite lovely. (Mr. Wint glares at him) ...For a lady.
(Riding in a Hearse with two of Blofeld's henchmen)
Henchman #1: The stiff...er...deceased--your brother, Mr. Franks?
Bond (posing as Peter Franks): Yes, he was.
Henchman #2: I got a brother.
Bond: Small world.
(Bond, observing Plenty O'Toole hitting the pool after being thrown out the window by a henchman)
Bond: Exceptionally fine shot.
Henchman: I didn't know there was a pool down there.
[edit] Live and Let Die (1973)
- Directed by Guy Hamilton. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Tom Mankiewicz (screenplay).
Black Cabdriver: Hey, you know where you're going man?
Bond: Uptown, I believe.
Cabdriver: Uptown? You're heading into Harlem man.
Bond: Well, you just keep on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra 20 in there for you.
Cabdriver: Hey man, for 20 bucks I'll take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout.
(Bond flips over a tarot card: The fool)
Solitaire: You have found yourself.
Bond: "Harold Strutter, CIA". Where were you when I didn't need you?
Strutter: Kind of obvious you weren't coming out front. Not even with that clever disguise you were wearing.
Bond: Hmm?
Strutter: A white face in Harlem. Good thinking, Bond. Let's get outta here.
(After a wild boat chase, Felix Leiter explains to the American cop J.W. Pepper about Bond)
Leiter: That man is an Englishman working for our boys, sort of a secret agent.
Pepper: Secret Agent?! On whose side?
Mrs. Bell (old lady on the plane): Holy shit!
Bond: There seems to have been a mistake. My name is...
Mr. Big: Names is for tombstones, baby. Take this honky outside and waste him.
Bond (to Solitare): 'Waste him'. Is that a good thing?
[edit] The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)
- Directed by Guy Hamilton. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Richard Maibaum & Tom Mankiewicz (screenplay).
(Bond has just met Lazar, the man who, among other things, made the golden gun)
Lazar: My relationship with a client Mr. Bond is strictly confidential, like a doctor or a priest.
Bond: Of course, yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums, bullets for assassins.
Lazar: Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger.
Bond: Exactly. I'm now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your piece.
Bond: Who would pay a million dollars to have me killed?
M: Jealous husbands, humiliated tailors, outraged chefs. The list is endless!
Scaramanga: I like a girl in a bikini. No concealed weapons.
Sherriff J. W. Pepper: Now! I know you!
Bond: Oh no...
Sherriff J. W. Pepper: You're that secret agent! That English secret agent, from England!
Bond: (holding off a karate school with a boat propeller) What you might call a Mexican screw-off, gentlemen!
[edit] The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)
- Directed by Lewis Gilbert. Written by Christopher Wood (novel); Christopher Wood & Richard Maibaum (screenplay).
- M: Tell him to pull out... immediately!
- Russian Lady Agent: But James, I need you!
- Bond: So does England!
- Bond: The lady will have a... Bacardi on the rocks.
- Anya: For the gentleman: Vodka Martini. Shaken, not stirred.
- Bond: Touché.
- Bond: Oh, thanks for deserting me back there.
- Anya: Every woman for herself, remember?
- Bond: Well, after all, you did save my life.
- Anya: We all make mistakes, Mr. Bond.
- [Q gives Bond the Lotus. Bond is about to drive away.]
- Q: Now pay attention, 007. I want to to take good care of this equipment. There are one or two rather-
- Bond: Q, have I ever let you down?
- Q: Frequently!
- Bond: Maybe I misjudged Stromberg. Any man who drinks Dom Perignon '52 can't be all bad.
- [Bond is having a tender moment with a girl in a log cabin.]
- Girl: Oh James, I cannot find the words.
- Bond: Well, let me try to enlarge your vocabulary.
- [Bond and Anya get caught in the act by their superiors.]
- M: Double-O seven!
- Gogol: Triple X!
- Minister Grey: Bond, what do you think you're doing?
- Bond: Keeping the British end up, Sir.
- Anya: Kalba was called to the phone. What happened?
- Bond: [knowing that Kalba was killed by Jaws] He was cut off... permanently.
[edit] Moonraker (1979)
- Directed by Lewis Gilbert. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Christopher Wood (screenplay).
Hugo Drax: Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?
Bond: I discovered it had a crush on me.
(when in Drax's pheasant hunting grounds)
Drax: You missed, Mr. Bond.
Bond: Did I?
(A sniper falls dead from a tree not so far away.)
Female Receptionist: Could I interest you in something?
Bond: I'm tempted to say yes immediately, but I think I'd maybe have a look around.
(Holly and Bond are standing atop the Sugarloaf Cable Car in Rio, watching Jaws approaching)
Holly: Do you know him?
Bond: Not socially. His name is Jaws; he kills people.
Drax: Take good care of Mr. Bond. See that some harm comes to him.
Bond: (pushes Drax into an airlock) Take a giant step for mankind.
[Jaws and and his girlfriend Dolly clink champagne glasses]
Jaws: Well, here's to us.
[Jaws' first, last and only line]
Drax: You have arrived at a propitious moment, coincident with your country's one indisputable contribution to Western civilisation - afternoon tea. May I press you to a cucumber sandwich?
Hugo Drax: Mr Bond, you appear with the tedious inevitability of an unloved season.
Q: I think he's attempting re-entry Sir!
[A man is holding bolas]
Bond: Balls, Q?
[The man throws the bolas around a mannequin, causing it to explode]
Q: Bolas, 007.
[edit] For Your Eyes Only (1981)
- Directed by John Glen. Written by Ian Fleming (stories); Michael G. Wilson & Richard Maibaum (screenplay).
Blofeld: Mr Bond! Mr. Bond! We can do a deal! I'll buy you a delicatessen in stainless steel! Please!
Bond: All, right keep your hair on.
Blofeld: Put me down! Put me down!
Bond: Oh, you want to get off?
Blofeld (Falling inside a chimney): Mr Boooooooooonnnnddddddddddd!
(A shark comes swimming out of a wreck)
Bond: I hope he was dining alone.
(Before pushing Locque's car down a cliff)
Bond: You left this with Ferrara, I believe.
(He throws a dove pin to the man and kicks the vehicle)
(Bond is walking into a church and into the confession booth.
Bond: Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
Q: That's putting it mildly, 007.
Bond: (to Bibi) You get your clothes back on, and I'll buy you an ice cream.
[edit] Octopussy (1983)
- Directed by John Glen. Written by Ian Fleming (stories); George MacDonald Fraser, Michael G. Wilson, & Richard Maibaum (screenplay).
Kamal Khan: Spend the money quickly, Mr. Bond.
Vijay: Is he still there?
Q: You must be joking! 007 on an island populated exclusively by women? We won't see him till dawn!
(Bond and Q are floating in a hot air balloon)
Bond: I trust you can handle this contraption, Q?
Q: It goes by hot air.
Bond: Oh, then you can.
Bond: So does he have a proposition for me or do you?
Magda: He suggest a trade. The egg... for your life.
Bond: Well, I heard the price of eggs was going up, but isn't that a little high?
(After Bond has escaped)
Khamal Khan: Mr. Bond is indeed of a very rare breed...soon to be made extinct.
Khamal: You should be happy. The egg was recovered.
Octopussy: I wasn't pleased that it was stolen in the first place.
Khamal: You have a nasty habit of surviving.
(Confronting James Bond)
Khamal Khan: You seem to have a nasty habit of surviving.
Bond: Well, you know what they say about the fittest.
Bond: What happens when the U.S. retaliates?
General Orlov: Against...whom?
(Grishka has pinned Bond to the door of a shed with his knives)
Grishka: And this... for my brother!
(Bond open the door and evades him, then kills Grishka with one of the knives)
Bond: And that's for 009!
(In the Octopussy's Circus event at an American Air Base)
Bond: (Dressed as a clown and pointing to a cannon) General there is bomb in that cannon!
American General: (laughing) Sure, where else would a bomb be? (Points at Bond) Great Clown suit!
[edit] A View to a Kill (1985)
- Directed by John Glen. Written by Ian Fleming (story); Michael G. Wilson & Richard Maibaum (screenplay).
- Max Zorin: For centuries alchemists tried to make gold from base metals. Today, we make microchips from silicon, which is common sand, but far better than gold. Now, for several years, we had a profitable partnership, you as manufacturers, while I acquired and passed on to you industrial information that made you competitive, successful. We are now on the unique position to form an international cartel to control not only production, but distribution of these microchips. There is one obstacle - Silicon Valley in San Francisco.
- Max Zorin: Anyone else one want to drop out?
- Bond: My department know I'm here. When I don't report they'll retaliate.
- Max Zorin: If you're the best they've got, they're more likely try and cover up your embarrassing incompetence.
- Bond: Don't count on it, Zorin.
- Zorin: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.
- Bond: It's not mutual.
- Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.
- Fire Captain: Yeah, and I'm Dick Tracy and you're still under arrest.
- Max Zorin: You lost, Double-O Seven.
- May Day: [Looking at San Fransico] Wow! What a view!
- Max Zorin: To a kill.
- Scarpine: It's time to flood the fault.
- Bob Conley: But May Day and my men!
- Max Zorin: Yes. A convenient coincidence.
- Bob Conley: Mr. Zorin, those men are LOYAL to you!
- [Scarpine knocks him out]
- May Day: And I thought that creep loved me!
[edit] The Living Daylights (1987)
- Directed by John Glen. Written by Ian Fleming (story); Michael G. Wilson & Richard Maibaum (screenplay).
Koskov: I'm sorry James. For you I have great affection, but we have an old saying: "Duty has no sweethearts"!
Bond: We have an old saying too, Georgi. And you're full of it.
(Bond tunes the radio to pick up the police band. We hear police on the radio speaking in Czech)
Kara Milovy: You picked up the police band!
Bond: It must be an atmospheric anomaly.
(A policeman continues speaking in Czech)
Kara: They're looking for a foreign car. A man and a woman.
Bond: And a cello.
(Bond trying to get Kara's Cello in the back of his car)
Bond: Why couldn't you learn the violin?!
(A police car passes Bond's car and turns back)
Bond: Looks like they've found us.
(Bond opened the control buttons)
Police: Pull over to the side and stop!
(Bond waves his hand and activated the laser beam to cut the police car in half. One policeman steps on the brakes and the top half of the car detaches from the chassis)
Kara Milovy: What happened?
Bond: Salt corrosion.
(Bond and Kara pass by a Slovak-Austrian border post using Kara's cello case as a bobsled and the cello itself as a bullet shield)
Bond: We've got nothing to declare!
Kara: Just a Cello!
(Bond and Kara has escaped from the prison only to be caught by someone else. Kamran comes to help)
Bond: What's going on?
Kamran Shah (former prisoner): I'm telling them that you're not Russians. They will not kill you now.
Kara: Not now... how about later?!
Bond: Don't worry. They'll save you for the harem.
Woman on Yacht: (into phone) It's all so boring here, Margo. There's nothing but playboys and tennis pros. (sighs) If only I could find a real man!
(James Bond, having just dispatched an assassin in a burning truck in mid-air, lands on the boat with a smouldering parachute.)
Bond: I need to use your phone. (takes phone from her) She'll call you back.
Woman on Yacht: Who are you?
Bond: Bond, James Bond. (into phone) Exercise Control, 007 here. I'll report in an hour.
Woman on Yacht: (offering drink) Won't you join me?
Bond: (into phone) Better make that two.
Kara Milovy: You were fantastic!... We're free!
Bond: Kara, we're inside a Russian airbase in the middle of Afganistan!
(Bond cuts his bootlaces to make Necros fall)
Necros: No, please!
(Necros screams and falls to his death.)
Kara Milovy: What happened?
Bond: He got the boot.
[edit] Licence to Kill (1989)
- Directed by John Glen. Written by Michael G. Wilson & Richard Maibaum.
(At the wedding)
Della Leiter: Oh James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut this cake.
Bond: I'll do anything for a woman with a knife.
(Sanchez finds Lupe with another man)
Sanchez: What did he promise you? His heart? Give her his heart.
Pam: Look, I just saved your life back there. If it wasn't for me, your ass would have been nailed to the wall.
Bond: You saved my life?!
Pam: Yes.
Bond: It's a tough business you picked, Miss Bouvier. Leave it to the professionals.
Pam: Look pal. I was an army pilot. I have flown to the toughest hell-holes in South America and I will not have you lecturing me about professionalism.
Bond Why don't you wait until you're asked?
Pam Well why don't you ask me?
Sanchez: And there are a lot of people with their hands out.
Kwang: In other words.... bribery.
Sanchez: Exactly. You took the words right out of my pocket.
Truman-Lodge: Well done Franz! Another $80 billion writeoff!
Franz Sanchez: Well I guess it's time to start cutting overhead. (Franz pulls out a machine pistol and shoots him)
(Dario spits at Bond and cuts his ties to make him fall to the grinder; sees Pam)
Dario: Ha! Ha! Ha! You're dead!
Pam: You took the words right out of my mouth.
(Pam shoots Dario and Bond pulls his foot. Dario screams and falls to his death.)
Dario: Aah! Sanchez!
(Dario yells, and is shredded)
Pam: Are you all right?
Bond: SWITCH THE BLOODY MACHINE OFF!
Pam Bouvier: Oh god, it's Heller!
(after Heller's corpse comes through a wall impaled on the tines of a forklift truck)
Bond: Yeah, looks like he came to a dead end.
[edit] GoldenEye (1995)
- Directed by Martin Campbell. Written by Michael France (story); Jeffrey Caine & Bruce Feirstein (screenplay).
(Bond infiltrates a Soviet chemical weapons facility, first by going through a hole in the ceiling into a bathroom, then sneaks to a dark storage room, and is surprised when he is held at gunpoint. The man (Alec) asks him something in Russian)
Bond: I'm alone.
Alec: (Revealing himself) Aren't we all? (He then holsters his gun) You're late, 007.
Bond: I had to stop in the bathroom.
(Just after 006 and 007 enter the room they are about to blow up in the Chemical Weapons Facility)
Bond: It's too easy.
Trevelyan: Half of everything is luck James.
Bond: And the other half?
(Trevelyan sets off the alarm)
Trevelyan: Fate.
(Trevelyan is fending off soldiers while Bond sets timers on the gas tanks)
Trevelyan: Closing time, James! Last call!
Bond: (smiles) Buy me a pint!
Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated. Whatever would I do without you?
Monneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
Bond: Hope springs eternal.
Moneypenny: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
Bond: Really? What's the penalty for that?
Moneypenny: Someday you have to make good on your innuendos.
M: If I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
(Bond picks up a sandwich)
Q: Don't touch that! [grabs the sandwich] That's my lunch.
M: If you don't think I have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong.
[Bond has just told Ourumov that Trevelyan is a Lienz Cossack and hence untrustworthy]
Ourumov: Is this true?
Trevelyan: [impatiently] What's true is that in forty-eight hours, you and I are going to have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.
(As Zukovsky hears the click of Bond cocking his gun)
Zukovsky: Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun...[smirks] I believe I've killed two of them.
Bond: Lucky me.
(Another man cocks his gun and puts it to Bond's head)
Zukovsky: I think not.
Boris: YES! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!
(Boris is immediately frozen in his victorious position due to a number of nitrogen canisters exploding).
Trevelyan: I might as well ask if all those vodka martinis silence the screams of all the men you've killed…or if you've found forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women, for all the dead ones you failed to protect?
[edit] Tomorrow Never Dies (1997)
- Directed by Roger Spottiswoode. Written by Bruce Feirstein.
(M and Admiral Roebuck watch via satellite as 007 single-handedly tears through an arms bazaar)
Admiral Roebuck: What the hell is he doing?
M: His job!
Admiral Roebuck: With all due respect, M, sometimes I don't think you have the balls for this job.
M: Perhaps not. The advantage is, I don't have to think with them all the time.
Q: It's the insurance damage waiver for your beautiful new car. Do you need collision coverage?
Bond: Yes.
Q: Fire?
Bond: Probably.
Q: Property destruction?
Bond: Definitely.
Q: Personal injury?
Bond: I hope not, but accidents do happen.
Q: They frequently do with you!
Bond: Do I need any other protection?
Q: Only from me, 007. Unless you bring that car back in pristine order.
(Bond listens to the voice on his new car)
Bond: [slightly confused] I think we've met.
Q: I am not interested in your sordid escapades!
Bond: I always wondered how I would feel when I saw you again.
[Paris looks at him with an expression of dismay, then slaps him in the face]
Bond: Now I know. Was it something I said?
Paris: How about the words "I'll be right back"?
Carver: The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success.
Carver: [after hearing Bond's voice instead of Gupta's on a walkie-talkie] So much for German efficiency.
Carver: [Looking at newspaper headlines, particularly "The Empire Will Strike Back"] I rather like the last one. It isn't even mine!
Bond: I may have some breaking news for you, Elliot. You forgot the first rule of mass media, Elliot! [As the drill approaches Carver] Give the people what they WANT!!!
[edit] The World Is Not Enough (1999)
- Directed by Michael Apted. Written by Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, & Bruce Feirstein.
Bond: [preparing to shoot Renard] I usually hate to kill an unarmed man. Cold blooded murder is a filthy business. But in your case, I feel nothing.
Renard: [With a gun to his head] A man tires of being executed.
Bond: [in bed with Jones] I was wrong about you.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, how so?
Bond: I thought Christmas only comes once a year.
Zukovsky: I'm looking for a submarine. It's big and black, and the driver is a very good friend of mine.
Elektra King: I could've given you the world.
Bond: The world is not enough.
Elektra: Foolish sentiment.
Bond: Family motto.
Bond: Construction is not my…specialty.
M: Quite the opposite, in fact.
Dr. Christmas Jones: What's the story with you and Elektra?
Bond: We're strictly plutonic.
Dr. Christmas Jones: You wanna put that in English for those of us who don't speak Spy?
Bond: I've always wanted to have Christmas in Turkey.
Jones: Was that a Christmas joke?
Bond: From me? Never.
Q: I've always tried to teach you two things. First: Never let them see you bleed.
Bond: And the second?
Q: Always have an escape plan. (Q disappears in the floor)
Dr. Christmas Jones: Are you here for a reason or are you just hoping for a glimmer? And you are?
Bond: Mikael Arkov Russian Atomic Energy Dept. Miss?.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Dr. Jones. Christmas Jones. And don't make any jokes, I've heard 'em all.
Bond: I don't know any doctor jokes.
Ms. Moneypenny: James! Have you brought me a souvenir from your trip? Chocolate? An engagement ring?
Bond: I thought you might enjoy one of these.
(gives Ms. Moneypenny a cigar tube)
Ms. Moneypenny: How romantic. I know exactly where to put that.
(throws the cigar tube in the garbage)
Bond: Oh Moneypenny, the story of our relationship: Close, but no cigar.
[edit] Die Another Day (2002)
- Directed by Lee Tamahori. Written by Neal Purvis & Robert Wade.
Bond: You know, you're cleverer than you look!
Q: Hmm... still, better than looking cleverer than you are.
Miranda Frost: He'll light the fuse on any explosive situation, and be a danger to himself and others.
Chang: Hong Kong's our turf now, Bond.
Bond: Well don't worry, I'm not here to take it back.
Q: [Explaining the Aston Martin] ... Your new transportation
[nothing is visible on the platform]
James Bond: Maybe you've been down here too long...
Q: [hands Bond a big book] why don't you appoint yourself with the manual, you should be able to shoot through that in a couple of hours.
James Bond: Hmm... [He chucks the book over the car. The cars on-board shotguns shoot the book into bits. Q looks shocked] It just took a few seconds, Q.
Q: Wish I could make YOU vanish!
Q: Forgive my mentioning it, 007, but a perfect marksman isn't really supposed to shoot his own boss.
Bond: Check the replay. You'll find he's dead and she's only got a flesh wound.
Q: There's always an excuse, isn't there? 00-zero.
(At the party in the ice palace of Gustav Graves)
Bond: Vodka Martini. Plenty of ice, if you can spare it.
M: Knowing who to trust is everything in this business.
Bond: I see you don't chase dreams, you live them.
Graves: One of the virtues of never sleeping, Mr. Bond. I have to live my dreams. Besides, plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.
Bond: So you live to die another day.
Zao: Why do you want to kill me?
Jinx: I thought it was the humane thing to do.
[edit] Casino Royale (2006)
- Directed by Martin Campbell. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Neal Purvis, Robert Wade, & Paul Haggis (screenplay).
[edit] James Bond
- [Bond returns to his seat in a game of poker after being poisoned, much to the surprise and dismay of Le Chiffre] I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.
[edit] M
- Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister, and even he's smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, arse-covering prigs? They don't care what we do; they care what we get photographed doing. And how the hell could Bond be so stupid? I give him double-O status and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy. Is the man deranged? And where the hell is he? In the old days, if an agent did something that embarrassing, he'd have the good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.
[edit] Dialogue
- Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
- Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
- M: I knew it was too early to promote you.
- Bond: Well, I understand double-O's have a very short life expectancy, so your mistake will be short-lived.
- Vesper: Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a coldhearted bastard…
- Bond: No, of course not.
- Vesper: But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures rather than meaningful pursuits. So, as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money and off your perfectly formed arse.
- Bond: You noticed.
- Vesper: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?
- Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.
- Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
- Bond: Don't worry. You're not my type.
- Vesper: Smart?
- Bond: Single.
- Bond: Vodka Martini.
- Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
- Bond: Do I look like I give a damn?
- [Bond sips his drink.]
- Bond: You know, I think I'll call that a "Vesper."
- Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
- Bond: No. Because once you've tasted it, it's all you want to drink. [Vesper laughs] I thought it was a quite a good line.
- Vesper: It was a very good line.
- Bond: But you're laughing at it.
- Vesper: Not so much it, as you.
- Bond: Oh, well, that's fine, then.
- Vesper Lynd: It doesn't bother you, killing those people?
- Bond: I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.
- Vesper: I don't believe you. You've got a choice, you know. Just because you've done something doesn't mean you have to keep doing it.
- Bond: Why is it that people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?
- Vesper: You think I can't take my own advice?
- Bond: I think something is driving you. And I don't think I'll ever find out what that is.
- Vesper Lynd: If all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I know.
- Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.
- Vesper: You love me?
- Bond: Enough to travel the world with you until one of us has to take an honest job. Which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.
- [Bond has been stripped naked, tied to a chair, and is being tortured by Le Chiffre with lashes to the testicles.]
- Bond: I've got a little itch...down there...would you mind?
- [Le Chiffre lashes Bond again.]
- Bond: No, no, no, no...to the right, to the right, to the right!
- Le Chiffre: You are a funny man, Mr. Bond. [lashes him again]
- Bond: [screams in pain] Yes, yes, yes! [starts laughing] Now the whole world is going to know that you died scratching my balls!
[edit] Quantum of Solace (2008)
- Directed by Marc Forster. Written by Michael G. Wilson (story); Joshua Zetumer, Paul Haggis, Neal Purvis, & Robert Wade (screenplay).
- M: Damn it Bond, you didnt have to kill him, we needed to have him questioned, when someone says they have people everywhere you expect it to be a hyperbole, a lot of people use that expression; florists use that expression; you dont expect them to have someone working for them in the bloody room.
- M: Connect me to The Americans.
- Supposed American: Hello.
- M: Interest in Dominic Greene .
- Supposed American: Transferring you now!
- Gregory Beam: South America Section Chief, sorry to keep you waiting, but we have no interest in Dominic Greene.
- M: Thank you... [Talking to Tanner] He is a person of Extreme interest.
- Tanner: but she just said....
- M: Tanner! I said Dominic Greene and she transferred me to the Section Chief of South America; how would she know that unless they were tracking him!
- M: Bond, I need you back.
- Bond: I never left.
- Bond: I don't think the dead care about vengeance.
- Bond: Have you ever killed someone? Your training will tell you that when the adrenaline kicks in you should compensate... but part of you isn't going to believe the training because this kill is personal. Take a deep breath, you only need one shot. Make it count.
- Green: How much do you know about Bond, Camille? Because he's rather a tragic case... his MI6 says he's difficult to control, nice way of saying that everything he touches seems to wither and die.
- Felix: You know who Green is and you want to put us in bed with him, you aren't kidding, right?"
- Gregory Beam: Yeah, you're right, we should just deal with nice people.
- M: And Bond? If you could avoid killing every possible lead it would be deeply appreciated.
- Bond: Yes ma'am, I'll do my best.
- M: I've heard that before.
- Green: You should know something about me and the people I work with. We deal with the left, or the right, with dictators, or liberators. If the current president had been more agreeable, I wouldn't be talking to you. So, if you decide not to sign, you will wake up with your balls in your mouth and your willing replacement standing over you. If you doubt that, then shoot me, take that money, and have a good night's sleep.
