Blofeld Quotes in Spectre (2015)

James Bond: You're a hard man to kill, Blofeld.

[notices his scar]

James Bond: Ouch. I do hope that doesn't hurt too much.

Blofeld: My wounds will heal. What about yours?

Blofeld: [to Bond] Cuckoo!

Blofeld: Torture is easy, on a superficial level. A man can watch himself being disemboweled and derive great horror from the experience, but it's still going on at a distance. It isn't taking place where it is. As you know all too well, dear Madeleine, a man lives inside his head. That's where the seed of his soul is. James and I were both present recently when a man was deprived of his eyes and the most astonishing thing happened, didn't you notice? He wasn't there anymore. He had gone even though he was still alive, so this brief moment between life and death, there was nobody inside his skull. Most odd.

Blofeld: You know what happens when a cuckoo hatches inside another bird's nest?

Madeleine Swann: Yes. It forces the other eggs out.

Blofeld: Yes. Well, this cuckoo made me realize my father's life had to end. In a way he's responsible for the path I took...

[to Bond]

Blofeld: So thank you, cuckoo!

Blofeld: I've really put you through a lot, haven't I? Well, that's brothers for you: they always know which buttons to press.

Blofeld: Goodbye, James Bond.

Blofeld: The things that bring people together. Out of horror, beauty.

[Bond points a gun at Blofeld]

Blofeld: Finish it... Finish it!

James Bond: [removes clip from gun] Out of bullets.

[looks over at Madeleine]

James Bond: And besides, I've got something better to do.

Blofeld: [about C] He's a visionary, like me.

James Bond: Visionaries... Psychiatric wards are full of them.

Blofeld: If the needle finds the correct spot in the fusiform gyrus, you recognize no one. Of course the faces of your women like to change a lot, right James? You won't know who she is. Just another passing face on your way to the grave.

James Bond: [whispers to Madeleine] One minute. One minute.

Blofeld: Did he say something?

James Bond: Tempus fugit.

Blofeld: What?

James Bond: Tempus fugit.

Blofeld: I can't hear you, James.

James Bond: I said, doesn't time fly?

[Madeleine tosses the watch to Blofeld and it explodes, destroying the torture machine and knocking Blofeld unconscious]

Blofeld: You see, they failed to comprehend the crucial fact that a terrible event can lead to something wonderful.

[final battle]

James Bond: [after shooting at a bulletproof glass which form the SPECTRE logo] You're a hard man to kill, Blofeld.

[looks at Blofeld's scar]

James Bond: Ouch. I do hope that doesn't hurt too much.

Blofeld: My wounds will heal. What about yours? Look around you, James, look. This is what's left of your world. Everything you've ever stood for, everything you believed in, a ruin.

James Bond: Why are we here? Did you miss me?

Blofeld: No.

[blows into the glass]

Blofeld: But I know someone who does.

[makes a heart sign out of the air]

James Bond: [referring to Madeleine] Where is she?

Blofeld: That's for you to find out.

[activates a time bomb on the wall]

Blofeld: In 3 minutes, this building will be demolished. Well, I can get out easily. Now, you have a choice. Die trying to save her or save yourself and live with the pain.

James Bond: You're bluffing.

Blofeld: Am I?

[after a brief pause, Blofeld chuckles]

Blofeld: I've really put you through it, haven't I? Well, that's brothers for you. They always know which buttons to press.

[starts the time bomb then flees, Bond runs off]

[Blofeld dangles from a helicopter]

Blofeld: Put me down! Put me down!

James Bond: Oh, you want to get off?

[Bond drops Blofeld down a giant smokestack]

Blofeld: I trust you had a pleasant "fright"!

Blofeld: Mr Bond! We can do a deal! I'll buy you a delicatessen! In stainless steel!

Blofeld: Think twice 007, it's a long way down.

Blofeld: Siamese fighting fish, fascinating creatures. Brave but of the whole stupid. Yes they're stupid. Except for the occasional one such as we have here who lets the other two fight. While he waits. Waits until the survivor is so exhausted that he cannot defend himself, and then like SPECTRE... he strikes!

Rosa Klebb: I find the parallel... amusing.

Blofeld: Our organization did not arrange for you to come over from the Russians just for amusement, Number 3.

Blofeld: Three men were found dead on the Orient Express train at Trieste. One of them was Grant. What have you got to say about that Number Five?

Kronsteen: It was Klebb's choice. Her people failed.

Rosa Klebb: It was your plan they followed implicitly.

Kronsteen: Impossible. It was perfect.

Rosa Klebb: Except for one thing, they were dealing with Bond.

Kronsteen: Who is Bond compared with Kronsteen?

Blofeld: [aboard his yacht] Bond is still alive and the Lektor is not yet in our possession. I've negotiated with the Russians for its return; we've agreed on a price. And S.P.E.C.T.R.E. ALWAYS delivers what it promises. Our entire organization survives upon the keeping of those promises...

[to Klebb]

Blofeld: I warned you: We do NOT tolerate failure, Number Three. You know the penalty.

Rosa Klebb: [numbly] Yes, Number One.

Blofeld: Our rules are very simple: if you fail...

[Morzeny kicks Kronsteen with a poisoned blade; he slowly collapses to the floor]

Blofeld: Twelve seconds. One of these days we must invent a faster-working venom. Number Three!

Rosa Klebb: Yes, sir?

Blofeld: I do not wish to have to tell the Russians that there will be ANOTHER delay.

Rosa Klebb: There will be no delay, Number One. There's still time.

Kronsteen: SPECTRE would probably have the chance of a personal revenge for the killing of our operative - Dr. No - because the man the British will almost certainly use on a mission of this sort would be - their agent - James Bond.

Blofeld: Let his death be a particularly unpleasant and humiliating one.

Blofeld: Number 3, is your section ready to carry out Kronsteen's directives?

Rosa Klebb: Yes, Number 1. The operation will be organized according to Kronsteen's plan. I have selected a suitable girl from the Russian consulate in Istanbul. She's capable, cooperative, and her loyalty to the State is beyond question.

Blofeld: And you're absolutely sure she believes you're still head of operations for Soviet Intelligence?

Rosa Klebb: It is most unlikely she would know I'm now working for SPECTRE. Moscow has kept my defection secret from everyone but a few members of the Presidium.

Blofeld: For your sake, I hope so.

Blofeld: Right idea, Mr. Bond...

James Bond: ...But wrong pussy.

Blofeld: The satellite is at present over... Kansas. Well, if we destroy Kansas the world may not hear about it for years. Perhaps New York, with all that smut and traffic... might give them a chance for a fresh start. Washington, DC. Perfect. Since we have not heard from them, *they* will hear from us.

Blofeld: Well go on, go on, it's merely a lift. Or should I say elevator? In any event I'm sure you'll find it far more convenient than mountaineering about outside the Whyte House.

Blofeld: [to Bond] As La Rochefoucauld observed, "humility is the worst form of conceit." I do hold the winning hand. Why don't you let me take you on a little tour of our facilities. Your chance to see the real tape once again.

Tiffany Case: Can I tag along Ernst?

Blofeld: I'd put something on over that bikini, first, my dear. I've come to far to have the aim of my crew affected by the sight of a pretty body.

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.

Blofeld: Making mud pies, 007?

James Bond: What do you intend to do with those diamonds?

Blofeld: An excellent question. And one which will be hanging on the lips of the world quite soon. If I were to break the news to anyone it would be to you first, Mr Bond, you know that.

Blofeld: Good evening, Mr Bond.

James Bond: Blofeld?

Blofeld Double: Good evening, 007.

Blofeld: Double jeopardy, Mr Bond.

Blofeld Double: You killed my only other double, I'm afraid. After his death, volunteers were understandably... rather scarce.

Blofeld: Such a pity. All that time and energy wasted, simply to provide you with one mock, heroic moment.

Blofeld: Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.

Dr Metz: What if they won't accept our ultimatum? What if they decide to attack?

Blofeld: Calm yourself, Metz. This farcical show of force was only to be expected. Great powers flexing their military muscles like so many impudent beach boys.

Blofeld: How disappointing. I was expecting one head of state, at the very least. Surely you haven't come to negotiate, Mr. Bond. Your pitiful little island hasn't even been threatened. Search him from his toe nails to the last follicle on his head and then bring him to me.

Blofeld: I'm so sorry to have ruined the line of your suit for nothing.

James Bond: Talking about lines, which one did you use on Miss Case?

Blofeld: Miss Case has taken a terribly *reasonable* attitude about all this. Like any sensible animal, she's only threatening when she's threatened.

James Bond: It appears that you're holding all the aces - right down to the dragon lady, over here.

Blofeld: Jealousy? From you, Mr. Bond? I'm flattered.

Blofeld: You press "L" Mr. Bond, the word "Lobby" begins with "L".

Blofeld: I am Supreme Commander of SPECTRE, the Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion. Yesterday morning, the American Air Force launched 2 cruise missiles from Swadley Air Base in Great Britain. Through the ingenuity of SPECTRE, the dummy warheads they carried were replaced with *live*, *nuclear* warheads. Your weapons of destruction are now safely in our possession and will be moved to two secret targets. Please note the serial numbers of the missiles; they will confirm the truth. Your weapons of deterrence did not deter us from our objective! A terrible catastrophe now confronts you. However, it can be avoided by paying a tribute to our organization, amounting to twenty-five percent of your respective countries' annual oil purchases. We have accomplished two of the functions that the name SPECTRE embodies: terror and extortion. If our demands are not met within seven days, we shall ruthlessly apply the third: revenge!

Blofeld: We have invested heavily in the Middle East and Central America to promote insurgency and revolution. Fortunately, our capital outlay has been handsomely offset by the result and sale of armaments and missiles. You will note, that we have supplied both to rebels and government forces, on an equal basis. In matters of death, SPECTRE is strictly impartial.

Blofeld: Now, for the future. SPECTRE's most audacious enterprise of any; next to which our previous ventures are inconsequential. Our esteemed Number One is in complete charge of the entire operation, which will henceforth be called: The Tears of Allah.

Blofeld: James Bond. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong.

James Bond: Yes, this is my second life.

Blofeld: You only live twice, Mr. Bond.

Blofeld: I shall look forward personally to exterminating you, Mr. Bond.

Blofeld: The firing power inside my crater is enough to annihilate a small army. You can watch it all on TV. It's the last program you're likely to see.

James Bond: Well, if I'm gonna be forced to watch television, may I smoke?

Blofeld: Yes. Give him his cigarettes. It won't be the nicotine that kills you, Mr. Bond.

Blofeld: Goodbye, Mr. Bond!

Blofeld: [shows the x-ray of the PPK to Osato & Brandt] Only one person we know uses this sort of gun. James Bond.

Mr. Osato: But Bond is dead!

Helga Brandt: It was in all the newspapers!

Blofeld: Rubbish. Bond is alive. Unless you killed him, Mr. Osato. Don't tell me you let him go.

Mr. Osato: I gave Number 11 the strictest orders to eliminate him.

Blofeld: And did she?

Mr. Osato: She failed.

Helga Brandt: [to Osato] *You* should have killed him yourself. You had plenty of opportunities...

Blofeld: This organization does not tolerate failure.

Mr. Osato: I know, but do you see I...

Blofeld: Go!

[Osato crosses the bridge over the water where the piranhas are waiting]

Blofeld: [addressing Helga] Well.

[Helga starts across. Blofeld hits a pedal that causes the bridge bottom to drop out, sending Helga into the piranha-filled water. The lethal fish immediately converge on her and she is dead in seconds. Osato looks on in horror]

Blofeld: [addressing Osato] Kill Bond! Now!

Mr. Osato: Yes, Number One! Yes. Yes, yes.

Blofeld: You will see that my piranha fish get very hungry. They can strip a man to the bone in 30 seconds. I have decided to ask for a little money in advance. I want the sum of 100 million dollars in gold bullion deposited in our account in Buenos Aires.

Blofeld's Financier: Our agreement states quite clearly that no money should be paid until war has broken out between Russia and the United States.

Financier #2: This is extortion!

Blofeld: [shows his SPECTRE ring] Extortion is my business. Go and think it over, gentlemen. I'm busy.

Blofeld: As you can see, I am about to inaugurate a little war. In a matter of hours after America and Russia have annihilated each other. We shall see a new power dominating the world.

[Bond is caught trying to enter the SPECTRE spacecraft]

Blofeld: You made a mistake, my friend. No astronaut would enter the capsule carrying his air conditioner.