Felix Leiter Quotes in Casino Royale (2006)

James Bond: [to the bar tender in the casino] Dry Martini.

Bartender: Oui, monsieur.

James Bond: Wait... three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.

Bartender: Yes, sir.

Tomelli: You know, I'll have one of those.

Infante: So will I.

Bartender: Certainly.

Felix Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well, keep the fruit.

Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it? Hm? Anyone want to play poker now?

Felix Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.

Felix Leiter: [standing on the stairway in the casino] I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley.

[sees that Bond has a knife]

Felix Leiter: You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him.

James Bond: Had. Excuse me.

Felix Leiter: You're not buying in?

James Bond: No.

Felix Leiter: Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not going to last much longer. You have a better chance. I'll stake you. I'm saying I'll give you the money to keep going. Just one thing: you pull it off, the CIA bring him in.

James Bond: What about the winnings?

Felix Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?

James Bond: You know I was just wondering what South America would look like if nobody gave a damn about coke or communism. It always impressed me the way you boys would carve this place up.

Felix Leiter: I'll take that as a compliment coming from a Brit.

James Bond: How long have I got?

Felix Leiter: Thirty seconds.

James Bond: That doesn't give us a lot of time...

Felix Leiter: You know who Greene is and you want to put us in bed with him.

Gregg Beam: Yeah, you're right. We should just deal with nice people.

Felix Leiter: James, move your ass!

Sheriff J.W. Pepper: There's that son of a bitch. I got him.

[to Bond]

Sheriff J.W. Pepper: What are you? Some kinda doomsday machine boy? Well WE got a cage strong enough to hold an animal like you here!

Felix Leiter: Captain, would you enlighten the Sheriff please?

State Trooper: Yessir. J.W., let me have a word with ya. J.W., now this fellow's from London England. He's a Englishman workin' in cooperation with our boys, a sorta... secret agent.

Sheriff J.W. Pepper: Secret AGENT? On WHOSE side?

Felix Leiter: [on the phone] Yes, Mr. Bleeker... I KNOW you "can't just glue the wings back on." And now, Mr. Bleeker, I'm sure there's no need for name-calling.

[Felix is on the phone with Mr. Bleeker after Bond totals one of his planes while running from Kananga's men at New Orleans Airport. Bond asks how Mrs. Bell, the old woman in the plane with him, is doing after the ordeal]

James Bond: How is Mrs. Bell?

Felix Leiter: [Covering the mouthpiece of the telephone] Intensive care, but she'll pull through.

James Bond: Bourbon, no ice, please.

Felix Leiter: Two sazeracs. Where's your sense of adventure James? This is New Orleans. Relax.

James Bond: Thanks for everything Felix. I'll see you tomorrow night at the 21 Club and don't be late.

Felix Leiter: I still don't see why you want to travel this way. I mean, what the hell can the two of you do on the train for 16 hours?

James Bond: [Solitaire smiles] Say goodbye to Felix, darling.

James Bond: Now, don't worry, Quarrel. Everything's going to be fine.

Quarrel: You say so, Captain. Bottom part of where my belly used to be tells me different.

James Bond: For me, Crab Key's going to be a gentle relaxation.

Felix Leiter: From what? Dames?

James Bond: No, from being a clay pigeon.

Felix Leiter: You Limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing.

[James and Honey are marooned in a boat in the middle of the ocean. A Coast Guard boat carrying Leiter appears]

James Bond: Well, hello! What are you doing here? Do you need help?

[Honey stands up in the boat]

Felix Leiter: I'm quite sure you don't.

Felix Leiter: Felix Leiter, Central Intelligence Agency. You must be James Bond.

James Bond: You mean we're fighting the same war?

James Bond: Crab Key begins to interest me. What else do we know about this Chinese gentleman?

Felix Leiter: Nothing much, except his name: Dr. No.

[seeing the body of Oddjob who was electrocuted]

Felix Leiter: You okay, James? Where's your butler friend?

James Bond: He blew a fuse.

James Bond: Special plane, lunch at the White House... how come?

Felix Leiter: The President wants to thank you personally.

James Bond: Oh, it was nothing, really.

Felix Leiter: I know that, but he doesn't.

James Bond: I suppose I'll be able to get a drink there.

Felix Leiter: I told the stewardess liquor for three.

James Bond: Who are the other two?

Felix Leiter: Oh, there are no other two.

Felix Leiter: [Sees Bond getting a massage by Dink near a hotel pool] I thought I'd find you in good hands.

James Bond: Felix! Felix, how are you? Dink, meet Felix Leiter.

Dink: Hello.

James Bond: Felix, say hello to Dink

Felix Leiter: Hi, Dink.

James Bond: Dink, say goodbye to Felix.

Dink: What?

James Bond: Eh, man talk.

[Slaps Dink on the fanny as she walks away]

Felix Leiter: It's about 007, sir. We picked up his homer signal. Its monitored into Friendship Airport, Baltimore, where he's just landed.

M: Baltimore? Oh, nice of him to let us know - last we heard he was in Switzerland.

Felix Leiter: Their flight plan gives Bluegrass Field, Kentucky as their final destination.

M: Don't charge in and spoil anything, will you? He's evidently well on top at the moment.

[Next scene shows a sign for "Pussy Galore's Flying Circus"]

Felix Leiter: [With another government agent, observing with binoculars Bond and Pussy walking into a barn at Goldfinger's stud farm] 007 seems to have the situation well in hand. Come, I'm bushed, let's get back to the motel.

James Bond: [Next scene, inside the barn] You're quite a girl, Pussy.

Felix Leiter: Just what the hell are you trying to do, 007? Start World War III?

James Bond: Felix Leiter. Now what's the CIA doing here?

Felix Leiter: Nice work girls.

Linda: No hard feelings?

James Bond: Just as long as the party's still on.

[Felix is being lowered into a pool full of sharks]

Franz Sanchez: I just want you to know that this is nothing personal. It's purely business.

Felix Leiter: Killing me won't stop anything, Sanchez!

Franz Sanchez: There are worse things than dying, hombre.

[Lowers him into the shark pit]

Felix Leiter: See you in hell!

Franz Sanchez: No, no. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!

[Leiter sees the traitor cop]

Felix Leiter: Killifer?

Ed Killifer: Sorry, ol' buddy, but two mil's a helluva chunk o' dough.

[after a gunfight with henchmen]

Felix Leiter: [to Bond] Hey, observer! You trying to get yourself killed?

James Bond: If I don't get you back in time for the wedding, I'm a dead man for sure!

Felix Leiter: Where's my wife?

Dario: Don't worry. We gave her a nice Honeymooooon.

Felix Leiter: There's only one law down there. Sanchez's Law! Plomo o Plata.

James Bond: [nodding] Lead or Silver.

[James Bond reluctantly takes Della's garter]

Della Leiter: Did I say something wrong?

Felix Leiter: He was married once. But it was a long time ago.

Hawkins: [after checking an airplane] No Sanchez.

Felix Leiter: Damn!

Felix Leiter: I give up. I know the diamonds are in the body, but where?

James Bond: Alimentary, Dr. Leiter...

James Bond: Felix, if she gives your men the slip...

Felix Leiter: Relax, I've got upwards of 30 agents down there. A mouse with sneakers on couldn't get through.

Felix Leiter: Miss Tiffany Case *Jones* has a lifetime reservation at another hotel - the kind the government - runs.

Tiffany Case: I cooperating, Mr. Leiter, really I am.

James Bond: Oh, I can vouch for that!

Felix Leiter: Well, hello Double-Oh...

[James slugs Felix to shut him up, then slugs the bad guy hiding in the shower]

Felix Leiter: Fine way to treat the CIA!

James Bond: I'm sorry about that, Felix, but you were about to say double-O seven. Here.

[James gives Felix the bad guy's gun]

Felix Leiter: Well, James, did you kill him?

James Bond: You know me better than that.

James Bond: [donning the underwater jet pack] ... and the kitchen sink.

Felix Leiter: On you, anything looks good.

Felix Leiter: What's our next move?

James Bond: The Disco Volante. If the bombs aren't aboard, they soon will be.

Felix Leiter: Who you going to ask, Largo?

James Bond: No, we won't have to.

Felix Leiter: Who was he?

Bond: Like I said, a small fish. Working for a Mr. Largo. They've got a yacht we should take a look at. Later.

Felix Leiter: Well, that's it, James. We've looked about everywhere.

Bond: We've got to find that plane.

Felix Leiter: You won't find it down there. That's the Golden Grotto.

Bond: Golden Grotto?

Felix Leiter: Yeah. All you find down there are sharks.

Bond: Take it down, I want a closer look.

Felix Leiter: Closer look at what?

Bond: Never mind, take it down quick!

[Bond sees a dark object on the sandy bottom]

Bond: Set 'er down Felix, I think we've found it.

Bond: There's *something* camouflage down there. I'll take a look. Shoot one of those sharks. It'll keep the others occupied.

Felix Leiter: Right.

[shoots a shark dead with a rifle]

Bond: I don't know how long the others'll take... before they finish him off. But they'll be back.

Felix Leiter: I'll keep an eye on 'em.

Bond: Good.

Bond: Look at this! An underwater hatch.

Felix Leiter: Yeah. So *that's* how they could leave and get back.

Bond: Yes, and nobody saw them. Obviously the whole operation was carried out underwater. That's where we'll have to look for the plane. Come on, Felix.

Bond: Get your radio man onto Orlando Beach. Warn them the target is Miami. Also, the bomb is transferred from the Disco Volante onto a wreck off Fowley Point.

Felix Leiter: Right. Hang onto that.