James Bond Quotes in Casino Royale (2006)

Vesper Lynd: [sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, discussing poker skills on the train heading towards Montenegro] What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.

Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.

James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents... I'm gonna have to go with "orphan."

Vesper Lynd: All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.

[he smiles but says nothing]

Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect Queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches.

[Glances at his wrist]

Vesper Lynd: Rolex?

James Bond: Omega.

Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I - wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard...

James Bond: No, of course not.

Vesper Lynd: 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.

James Bond: You noticed?

Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?

James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes.

Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd.

James Bond: [after Bond has just lost his 10 million in the game, to the bartender in the casino] Vodka-martini.

Bartender: Shaken or stirred?

James Bond: [agitated] Do I look like I give a damn?

James Bond: [to Vesper] Why is it that people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?

James Bond: [sarcastically to Le Chiffre and, after nearly dying from poisoning] I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.

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.

James Bond: [Reading about their alias covers] We've been involved for quite a long while. Hence, the shared suite.

Vesper Lynd: But, my family is strict Roman Catholic. So, for appearances sake, it'll be a two bedroom suite.

James Bond: I do *hate* it when religion comes between us.

Vesper Lynd: Religion - and a securely locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?

James Bond: No, don't worry, you're not my type.

Vesper Lynd: Smart?

James Bond: Single.

James Bond: [jokingly to Le Chiffre, tied to a wooden chair, inside a metal chamber] I've got a little itch, down there. Would you mind?

James Bond: [laughing - after being stuck five times with a knotted rope inside a steel chamber] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!

Le Chiffre: [holding the rope over one shoulder] Oh... I died? I died?

James Bond: [laughing] Yeah! 'Cause no matter what you do, I'm not gonna give you the password which means your clients are gonna hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing. Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere else to hide.

Le Chiffre: [rounds on Bond] But you are SO WRONG! 'Cause even after I slaughtered you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms... because they need... what I know.

James Bond: [quietly] The big picture.

[in another room, Vesper screams. Bond and Le Chiffre notice this]

Le Chiffre: Give me the password, and I will at least let her live.

[slaps Bond on the cheek again]

Le Chiffre: Bond, do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.

[Bond considers this, then looks at Le Chiffre and laughs. Le Chiffre laughs as well, and realizes that Bond will not give in to the torture]

Le Chiffre: You *really* aren't going to tell me, are you?

James Bond: [laughing] No.

Vesper Lynd: You love me?

James 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.

Vesper Lynd: You can switch off so easily, can't you? It doesn't bother you? Killing those people?

James Bond: Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.

James Bond: [after tasting the Dry Martini] I think I'll call it a Vesper.

Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?

James Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.

Le Chiffre: [having coming back to the poker table] You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire.

James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.

James Bond: [angrily to M] The job's done and the bitch is dead.

Vesper Lynd: You're not going to let me in there, are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that.

James Bond: I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I'm yours.

M: You don't trust anyone, do you?

James Bond: No.

M: Then you've learned your lesson.

Vesper Lynd: [introducing herself to Bond on the train traveling towards Montenegro ] I'm the money.

James Bond: Every penny of it.

[last lines]

James Bond: The name's Bond... James Bond.

James Bond: [after reading a note left by M and seeing the Aston Martin] I love you too M.

Vesper Lynd: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do you look at me as if you hadn't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.

James Bond: If you had just been born wouldn't you be naked?

James Bond: I always thought M was a randomly assigned initial, I had no idea it stood for...

M: Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.

James Bond: I'm sorry I'm not sorry.

Gettler: I'll kill her!

James Bond: Allow me.

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?

Doctor #1: [to Bond, who is going into cardiac arrest with M listening] Stay calm and don't interrupt. Because you'll be dead within two minutes unless you do exactly what I tell you.

James Bond: [breathing slowly, siting in his Aston Martin] I'm all ears.

M: [standing in front of him in her apartment] I knew it was too early to promote you.

James Bond: [sitting down in front of her computer] Well, I understand 00s have a very short life expectancy... so your mistake will be short-lived.

M: [as Solange's dead body is carried away] I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached, but that's not your problem, is it, Bond?

James Bond: No.

James Bond: [Bond has just won Dimitrios's car in a game of poker] Oh, and the valet ticket.

James Bond: [stepping out of the bathroom showing her his dinner jacket] I have a dinner jacket.

Vesper Lynd: There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.

James Bond: [irritated] How?... It's tailored.

Vesper Lynd: I sized you up the moment we met.

Vesper Lynd: I'm afraid I'm a complicated woman.

James Bond: That is something to be afraid of.

Solange: [Kissing on the floor of his beachfront suite] Mmmmm. You like married women... don't you, James?

James Bond: It keeps things simple.

Solange: [laughs] What is it about bad men? You... my husband. I had so many chances to be happy, so many nice guys. Why can't nice guys be more like you?

James Bond: Because then they'd be bad.

Solange: [kissing him some more] Mmmmm, yes...! But, so much more interesting.

Dryden: [pointing a gun at Bond] Shame, we barely got to know each other.

[Pulls the trigger, and the gun doesn't fire]

James Bond: [holding up the magazine he'd presumably removed from Dryden's gun] I know where you keep your gun. 'Suppose that's something.

James Bond: [as Solange is kissing her way down Bond's chest] Can I ask you a personal question?

Solange: Now wouldn't seem an appropriate time.

[about Le Chiffre]

James Bond: Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?

[Dryden, an MOD director, comes into his office late at night. After sitting at his desk, he finds James Bond sitting in the shadows]

James Bond: M doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets.

Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure that I was bent, she'd have sent a 00. Benefits of being section chief, I'd know if anyone had been promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes...

James Bond: Two.

Dryden: [pulls a gun and points it at Bond] Shame... we barely got to know each other.

[pulls the trigger, but nothing happens]

James Bond: [holds up the clip from Dryden's pistol] I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.

Dryden: [lowers his gun] True. How did he die?

James Bond: Your contact? Not well.

[cut to a scene of Bond savagely beating a man to death in a bathroom]

Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is...

[Bond pulls his gun and kills Dryden]

James Bond: Yes... considerably

Vesper Lynd: [smiling] You know, James, I just want you to know that 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've ever met.

James Bond: [sitting in a wheelchair next to her, outside a clinic] That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.

Vesper Lynd: [Smiles] I have no idea.

James Bond: But, you're aching to find out.

James Bond: [to Carter through an ear piece radio] Stop touching your ear.

Carter: [nervously, can't understand Bond's transmission] Sorry?

James Bond: [raising his voice] Put your hand down!

James Bond: [Vesper Lynd presents her business card] Vesper? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.

Mr. White: Hello?

James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.

Mr. White: Who is this?

[a shot rings out. White's leg is shattered. He drops to the ground in obvious pain and drags himself toward the house. He is stopped at the steps by the feet of a man in a suit. He looks up to see Bond with a cell phone in one hand and an assault weapon in the other]

James Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

James Bond: [upon receiving their alias documents] I'm Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you're Miss Stephanie Broadchest...

Vesper Lynd: I am not!

James Bond: You're going to have to trust me on this.

Vesper Lynd: Oh no I don't.

[Bond, having been poisoned, is attempting to use a defibrillator on himself while a doctor talks him through the process over the phone, but the defibrillator has come disconnected. Bond passes out and his heart stops. Vesper arrives, reconnects the defibrillator, and uses it to restart Bond's heart. He regains consciousness]

James Bond: [having woken up] You OK?

Vesper Lynd: [confused] Me?

James Bond: Thank you.

Hot Room Doctor: You're welcome. Now get yourself off to a hospital.

James Bond: I will do. As soon as I've won this game.

Vesper Lynd: You're not seriously going back there?

James Bond: I wouldn't dream of it.

M: [sees Bond sitting by her computer in her apartment] You've got a bloody cheek!

James Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.

M: Or yourself. You stormed into an Embassy. You violated the only absolutely inviolate rule of international relations, and why? So you could kill a nobody. We wanted to question him, not to kill him! For God's sake! You're supposed to display some kind of judgement.

James Bond: I did. I thought one less bomb maker in the world would be a good thing.

M: Exactly. One bomb maker. We're trying to figure out how an entire network of terrorist groups is financed and you give us one bomb maker. Hardly the big picture, wouldn't you say?

Carter: [sees Mollaka in the crowd, watching animals fight] Looks like our man, burn scars on his face.

James Bond: Hmm. I wonder if bomb-makers are insured for things like that.

James Bond: [talking privately to Vesper after losing all of his chips] Well, I'm gonna need the other five million to buy back in.

Vesper Lynd: I can't do that, James.

James Bond: Look, I made a mistake. I was impatient, maybe I was arrogant, but I can beat him.

Vesper Lynd: [quietly] I'm sorry.

James Bond: [angrily grabs Vesper's arm] "Sorry?" Sorry! Why don't you try putting that in a sentence, like maybe, "Sorry Le Chiffre's gonna win, continue funding terror and killing innocent people!" That kind of "sorry"?

Vesper Lynd: You lost because of your ego, and that same ego can't take it! That's what this is all about. All you're going to do now is lose more.

James Bond: [mumbling] Well then, you're an idiot.

Vesper Lynd: I'm sorry?

James Bond: I said you're a bloody idiot! Look in my eyes. I can beat this man - you know that.

Vesper Lynd: [quietly] Get your hand off my arm.

James Bond: [during briefing in the Bahamas] So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman.

M: Any thug can kill. I need you to take your ego out of the equation.

James Bond: What makes your husband a bad man?

Solange: His nature, I suppose.

James Bond: The nature of his work?

Solange: The mystery, I'm afraid. I'm also afraid you will sleep with me in order to get to him.

James Bond: How afraid?

Solange: Oh, not enough to stop.

Solange: Apparently, he's on the last flight to Miami. So, you have all night to question me.

James Bond: In that case, we're gonna need - some more champagne.

James Bond: [over the phone with room service] Good evening. Can I get a bottle of chilled Bollinger Grande Année and the Beluga caviar?

Dryden: Benefits of being section chief. I'd know if anyone had been promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes...

James Bond: Two.

[cuts to Bond fighting Dryden's contact]

James Bond: [talking privately at the bar to Mathis and Vesper referring to Le Chiffre] It was worth it to discover his "tell".

Mathis: What'd you mean "tell"?

James Bond: The twitch he has to hide when he bluffs.

Vesper Lynd: Bluffs? He had the best hand.

James Bond: You want to do what to me?

Vesper Lynd: [Under her breath] You've lost me, completely.

James Bond: [Under his breath] You said you can't wait to get me back to the room, come on.

James Bond: [Explaining to Mathis and Vesper why he deliberately lost a hand to Le Chiffre] He won the hand with the river card: the odds against are twenty three to one and he'd know that, when he made his first raise he had nothing, winning was blind luck.

James Bond: Could you do me a favor? I was here for dinner last night and I parked my car next to a very beautiful 1964 Aston Martin - and I'm ashamed to say I nicked the door. You wouldn't happen to know...

Ocean Club Receptionist: Mr. Dimitrios.

James Bond: Right.

Ocean Club Receptionist: If he hasn't noticed, I'm not sure I'd mention it. He isn't the type to take bad news well.

James Bond: Can I give you a lift home?

Solange: [Referring to her husband, Alex Dimitrios] That would really send him over the edge. I'm afraid I'm not that corrupt.

James Bond: Well, perhaps you're just out of practice.

James Bond: What about a drink at my place?

Solange: Your place? Is it close?

James Bond: Very.

Solange: One drink.

M: She was tortured first. As you'd already killed her husband, she must have been the only one left to question. Did she know anything that could compromise you?

James Bond: No.

M: Not your name? What you were after?

James Bond: No.

James Bond: You can stop pretending. You knew I wouldn't let this drop, didn't you?

M: Well, I knew you were you.

Vesper Lynd: So you're telling me its a matter of probability and chance. I was worried there wasn't chance involved.

James Bond: Well, usually the player with the best hand wins.

Vesper Lynd: So, that would be what you call bluffing.

James Bond: You've heard the term. Then you also know in poker you never play your hand. You play the man across from you.

Vesper Lynd: And you're good at reading people?

James Bond: Yes, I am. Which is why I've been able to detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.

James Bond: You don't think this is a very good plan, do you?

Vesper Lynd: So there is a plan? I got the impression we were risking millions of dollars and hundreds of lives on a game of luck.

James Bond: [after checking in the hotel using his real name as opposed to his alias, walking towards to elevator] Look, if Le Chiffre is that well connected, he knows who I am and where the money's coming from. Which means he's decided to play me anyway. So, he's either desperate or he's overly confident. But, either way, that tells me something about him. And all he gets in return is a name he already has.

Vesper Lynd: And now he knows something about you. He knows you're reckless.

James Bond: [Bond walks up and kisses Vesper] You taste nice.

Vesper Lynd: Have we dispensed with the covers?

James Bond: No. We dispensed with one that was of no use and created another that is.

James Bond: [Referring to Vesper's necklace] I figured out what that is. It's an Algerian love knot.

Vesper Lynd: Really? I thought it was just something pretty.

James Bond: Oh, no you didn't. Someone gave that to you. He's a very lucky man.

Vesper Lynd: You think I can't take my own advice?

James Bond: I think something is driving you - and I think I'll never find out what that is.

Vesper Lynd: You can have me - anywhere.

James Bond: I can?

Vesper Lynd: Yeah. Here. There. Anyway you like.

James Bond: Does this mean that your - warming to me?

Vesper Lynd: Yeah. That's how I would describe it.

James Bond: Its just that not so long ago I would have described your feelings towards me as, eh, I'm trying to think of a better word than - loathing.

Vesper Lynd: I'm afraid I'm a complicated woman.

James Bond: There is something to be afraid of.

Oberhauser: Why did you come?

James Bond: I came here to kill you.

Oberhauser: And I thought you came here to die.

James Bond: Well, it's all a matter of perspective.

Lucia Sciarra: If you don't leave now, we'll die together.

James Bond: I can think of worse ways to go.

Lucia Sciarra: Then you're obviously crazy, Mr...

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

Madeleine Swann: Why, given every other possible option, does a man choose the life of a paid assassin?

James Bond: Well, it was that or the priesthood.

James Bond: [Q hands Bond a watch] What does it do?

Q: It tells the time. Might help with your punctuality issues.

James Bond: M's idea?

Q: Precisely. Oh, one word of warning, the alarm is rather loud... if you know what I mean.

James Bond: I think I do.

James Bond: I was in a meeting recently, and your name came up.

Mr. White: I'm flattered London is still talking about me.

James Bond: It wasn't MI6... it was Rome.

[reveals a Spectre ring]

Madeleine Swann: You shouldn't stare.

James Bond: Well, you shouldn't look like that.

[at the clinic bar]

Clinic Barman: Can I get you something, sir?

James Bond: Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Clinic Barman: I'm sorry, we don't serve alcohol.

James Bond: I'm already starting to love this place...

Madeleine Swann: Is this really what you want? Living in the shadows? Hunting, being hunted? Always alone?

James Bond: I don't stop to think about it.

Oberhauser: Do you know what it is?

Madeleine Swann: It's a meteorite.

Oberhauser: Yes, exactly. The Kartenhoff, the oldest in human possession. The very meteorite which made this crater. Think about it: so many years up there, alone, silent, building momentum until it chose to make its mark on Earth. A huge unstoppable force.

James Bond: Except it did stop, didn't it? Right here.

Oberhauser: You came across me so many times and yet you never saw me. Le Chiffre, Greene, Silva...

James Bond: All dead.

Oberhauser: That's right. A nice pattern developed. You interfered in my world, I destroyed yours. Or did you think it was coincidence that all the women in your life ended up dead?

[of an approaching car]

Madeleine Swann: What's that?

James Bond: That is a 1948 Rolls Royce Silver Wraith.

Eve Moneypenny: So what's going on, James? They say that Mexico was a step too far, that you're finished.

James Bond: And what do you think?

Eve Moneypenny: I think you're just getting started.

James Bond: Could you do one more thing for me?

Q: And that would be?

James Bond: Make me disappear.

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?

Lucia Sciarra: Did you kill my husband?

James Bond: He was an assassin. He wouldn't have taken it personally.

James Bond: Where is he?

Mr. White: He is everywhere. He's everywhere! He's at a bar with your friends, he's having dinner with your kids, he's in bed with your lover!

[last lines]

Q: I thought you were done.

James Bond: I am. I just need one more thing.

James Bond: [over the phone] Who was that?

Eve Moneypenny: He's just a friend.

James Bond: At this hour of the night?

Eve Moneypenny: It's called life, James. You should try it some time.

Madeleine Swann: [given a gun] What if I shoot you by mistake?

James Bond: It wouldn't be the first time.

Madeleine Swann: I can't go back to this life. And I'm not going to ask you to change, you are who you are.

James Bond: You're saying goodbye.

James Bond: [on the previous M] She wouldn't let death get in the way of her job.

[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.

James Bond: Tempus Fugit... isn't it funny how time flies?

[his watch explodes]

Q: May I remind you that I answer directly to M. I also have a mortgage and two cats to feed.

James Bond: Well, then I suggest you trust me, for the sake of the cats.

Madeleine Swann: I love you...

Oberhauser: Do those blue eyes still recognize you?

James Bond: I'd recognize you anywhere.

Clinic Barman: Here you are, sir. One prolytic digestive enzyme shake.

James Bond: Do me a favor, will you? Throw that down the toilet. Cut out the middleman.

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

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

Q: Well it's lovely to see you, 007. Lovely. Um, now I meant to tell you, the Smart Blood program is obviously still in its developmental phase. So we may experience the odd drop in coverage during the first 24 hours...

[Bond glares at him]

Q: 48 hours after administration, but after that it should work perfectly.

[Bond smiles]

James Bond: I'll send you a postcard.

Q: Please don't.

Madeleine Swann: [referring to the windows] I hope you don't mind, the view can be distracting.

James Bond: [smiling at her] I hadn't noticed.

Madeleine Swann: Do you exercise?

James Bond: When I have to.

Madeleine Swann: Do you consider your employment to be psychologically stressful?

James Bond: Sometimes.

Madeleine Swann: How much alcohol do you consume?

James Bond: Too much.

Madeleine Swann: I see you left this final question blank. What is your occupation.

James Bond: Well, that's not the sort of thing that looks good on a form.

Madeleine Swann: And why is that?

James Bond: I kill people.

Oberhauser: [Bond is strapped to a torture chair with a drill attached] So James, I'm going to penetrate to where you are. To the inside of your head. Now the first probe will play with your sight, your hearing, and your balance, just with the subtlest of manipulations.

James Bond: Well, get on with it then. Nothing can be as painful as listening to you talk.

Oberhauser: All right, let's begin.

[activates the machine]

James Bond: [pointing his gun at a mouse] Who sent you? Who are you working for?

[the mouse looks blankly at him and scurries off]

[first lines]

Estrella: Where are you going?

James Bond: I won't be long.

C: [enters M's office] So sorry, am I interrupting?

M: Not remotely. 007, I'd like you to meet Max Denbigh, head of the Joint Security Service.

C: Well it's a pleasure to finally meet you, 007. I've heard a lot about you. Most of it good.

James Bond: [offers hand] Congratulations on your new appointment.

C: [shakes Bond's hand] Thank you.

James Bond: I suppose we should call you "C" now.

C: No, no. "Max," please.

James Bond: No, I think I'll call you "C"... C.

C: As you wish. Well my door is always open, 007, for my employees. This merger's gonna be a whole new chapter for us. We're going to bring British intelligence out of the dark ages... into the light.

James Bond: That all sounds lovely.

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]

[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]

James Bond: [Oberhauser shows Madeleine footage of Mr. White committing suicide] No, no, no. Turn it off. Turn it off.

Oberhauser: This is important.

James Bond: I said turn it off!

[a SPECTRE member hits Bond in the leg]

James Bond: They say you're judged by the strength of your enemies.

James Bond: [Bond is holding Yusef and Corinne at gunpoint] Sit down!

[they both sit]

James Bond: [looking at Corinne] You're Canadian...? You work in Canadian intelligence?

[Corinne doesn't answer]

James Bond: That's all right... I know you do. And knowing this man, you likely have access to some very sensitive material that you're going to be forced to give up. His life will be threatened... and because you love him, you won't hesitate.

[pause; Bond looks at Corinne's necklace]

James Bond: That's a beautiful necklace. Did he give it to you?

[Corinne still doesn't answer]

James Bond: [showing her Vesper's necklace] I have one just like it. He gave it to a friend of mine... someone very close to me. Your name is...?

Corinne: Corinne.

James Bond: Corinne... Corinne, I suggest you leave now. You contact your people, and you tell them to check their seals. They have a leak. Do it now, please. This man and I have some unfinished business.

Corinne: [softly, as she leaves] Thank you.

[Bond turns back to Yusef]

Yusef: Please. Make it quick.

James Bond: [Interrupting the opera house conversation] Can I offer an opinion? I really think you people should find a better place to meet.

James Bond: [at a dirty, small motel] What are we doing?

Strawberry Fields: We're teachers on sabbatical. This fits our cover.

James Bond: No it doesn't. I'd rather stay at a morgue. Come on.

[they go to a nicer hotel]

James Bond: [to the hotel receptionist] Hello. We're teachers on sabbatical and we've just won the lottery.

M: Ask him about Slate.

Tanner: She wants to know about Slate.

James Bond: Slate was a dead end.

Tanner: He says it was a dead end.

M: Damn it! He killed him.

M: If you could avoid killing every possible lead, it would be deeply appreciated.

James Bond: I'll do my best.

M: I've heard that before.

M: You killed a man in Bregenz.

James Bond: I did my best not to.

M: You shot him at point blank and threw him off a roof. I would hardly call that showing restraint!

M: The Americans are gonna be none too pleased.

James Bond: I promised them Le Chiffre and they got him.

M: They got his body.

James Bond: Well, if they wanted his soul, they should have made a deal with a priest.

Camille: [notices they are being followed] Friend of yours?

James Bond: I don't have any friends.

M: This is about trust. You said you weren't motivated by revenge.

James Bond: I am motivated by my duty.

M: No... I think you're so blinded by inconsolable rage that you don't care who you hurt. When you can't tell your friends from your enemies, it's time to go.

Mathis: You can't sleep?

Bartender on Virgin Flight: May I fix you a drink, Sir?

Mathis: What are you drinking?

James Bond: I don't know. What am I drinking?

Bartender on Virgin Flight: Three measures of Gordon's Gin, One of Vodka, Half a measure of Kina...

Mathis: Kina Lillet.

Bartender on Virgin Flight: Kina Lillet, which is not Vermouth. Shaken well until it is ice cold and served with a large, thin slice of lemon peel. Six of them.

Mathis: That's impressive.

James Bond: They're good. You should have one.

Camille: You lost somebody?

James Bond: I did.

Camille: You catch who ever did it?

James Bond: No, not yet.

Camille: Tell me when you do, I'd like to know how it feels...

Strawberry Fields: Mr. Bond, my name is Fields. I'm from the consulate.

James Bond: Of course you are. And what do you do at the consulate Fields?

Strawberry Fields: That's not important. My orders are to turn you around and put you on the first plane to London.

James Bond: [Walking past her] Do those orders include my friend Mathis?

Strawberry Fields: [to Mathis] I'm sorry, I don't know who you are.

James Bond: [to Mathis] You see? You've been gone for such a short time and you're already forgotten.

Mathis: You're just saying that to hurt me.

Strawberry Fields: [Following Bond out] Mr. Bond, these orders come from the highest possible authority.

James Bond: Taxi! Fields, when is the next flight to London?

Strawberry Fields: Tomorrow morning.

James Bond: Well then, we have all night.

Strawberry Fields: If you attempt to flee I will arrest you, drop you off at the jail and take you to the plane in chains, understand?

James Bond: [Opening the taxi door] Perfectly. After you.

Mathis: I think she has handcuffs.

James Bond: I hope so.

Camille: So, what's your interest in Greene?

James Bond: Among other things, he tried to kill a friend of mine.

Camille: A woman?

James Bond: Yes. But it's not what you think.

Camille: Your mother?

James Bond: She likes to think so.

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.

[Bond shows up for his rendezvous with Camille having just survived a knife-fight]

Camille: You're late!

James Bond: Got pulled into a meeting.

James Bond: [chucks a can of motor oil at Greene's feet] I bet you make it 20 miles before you consider drinking that.

[Bond gets in the car and drives away, leaving Greene stranded in the middle of the desert]

James Bond: Goodbye, Mr. Greene.

Camille: How much did he want?

James Bond: He wanted you but I left the car as collateral. He'll get much more when he sells us out.

James Bond: How long have I got?

Felix Leiter: Thirty seconds.

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

Dominic Greene: My friends call me Dominic.

James Bond: I'm sure they do.

James Bond: I don't think the dead care about vengeance.

M: Bond, I need you back.

James Bond: I never left.

James Bond: Are you going to tell us who you work for?

Mr. White: I was always very interested to meet you. I heard so much about you from Vesper. The real shame is, if she hadn't killed herself we would've had you too.

James Bond: [to Camille] Take a deep breath, you only got one shot, make it count.

[drags Mr. White onto an interrogation chair]

James Bond: Don't bleed to death.

James Bond: My sources tell me you're Bolivian Secret Service. Or, used to be. I thought you'd infiltrated Greene's organization by having sex with him.

Camille: That offends you?

James Bond: No. Not the slightest.

James Bond: [First line] Its time to get out.

Camille: We didn't settle on a price.

James Bond: Make me an offer.

Camille: We can work it out later.

M: What happened to Slate?

James Bond: I'm not dwelling on the past. I don't think you should either.

M: You killed him.

M: [On the phone] Bond, are you missing the fact that you killed a member of the Special Branch. I need you to come in.

James Bond: And I would, but, right now I need to find the man who tried to kill you. Go back to sleep.

James Bond: I need some information.

[Gives Mathis a stack of photographs]

Mathis: Oh, you have some hard friends. This man is some kind of facilitator. Fingers in many pies and they don't leave any prints.

Strawberry Fields: [Sitting naked in bed] Do you know how angry I am at myself?

James Bond: I can't imagine.

[Kisses her back]

James Bond: You must be furious.

Camille: So, its British Intelligence now. What the hell do you want from me?

James Bond: You're going to show me Dominic Greene's Tierra Project. Are you up to it?

Camille: Do I have a choice?

James Bond: Do you want one?

Camille: Get in.

James Bond: Are going to try and shoot me?

Camille: I said, get in.

M: I assume you have no regrets.

James Bond: I don't! What about you?

M: Of course not. It would be unprofessional.

James Bond: Now, you and I need to see this through.

M: There's no where to go. There's a capture or kill order out on you.

James Bond: Who would have done that?

Q: It always makes me feel a bit melancholy. Grand old war ship. being ignominiously haunted away to scrap... The inevitability of time, don't you think? What do you see?

James Bond: A bloody big ship. Excuse me.

Q: 007. I'm your new Quartermaster.

James Bond: You must be joking.

Q: Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?

James Bond: Because you still have spots.

Q: My complexion is hardly relevant.

James Bond: Your competence is.

Q: Age is no guarantee of efficiency.

James Bond: And youth is no guarantee of innovation.

Q: Well, I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.

James Bond: Oh, so why do you need me?

Q: Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.

James Bond: Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pajamas. Q.

Q: 007.

[Bond stares at the porcelain bulldog statue on M's desk]

James Bond: The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives.

M: Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.

Doctor Hall: [Bond enters the interrogation room to take his psychological test, looking toward the one way mirror. M and Mallory stand on the other side with Tanner] I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say...

James Bond: Wasted.

Doctor Hall: [sighs] All right.

[pause]

Doctor Hall: Gun.

James Bond: Shot.

Doctor Hall: Agent.

James Bond: Provocateur.

Doctor Hall: Woman?

James Bond: Provocatrix.

Doctor Hall: Heart.

James Bond: Target.

Doctor Hall: Bird.

James Bond: Sky.

Doctor Hall: M.

James Bond: Bitch.

[M sighs from the other side of the interrogation room]

Doctor Hall: Sunlight

James Bond: Swim

Doctor Hall: Moon

James Bond: Dance

Doctor Hall: Murder.

James Bond: Employment.

Doctor Hall: Country.

James Bond: England.

Doctor Hall: Skyfall.

[Bond suddenly pauses]

Doctor Hall: Skyfall.

[Continued pause]

Doctor Hall: Done.

[Bond walks out - looking coldly through the one-way mirror]

Gareth Mallory: Hmm, this is going well

[he leaves, M sighs again]

James Bond: So this is it. We're both played out.

M: Well, if you believe that, why did you come back?

James Bond: Good question.

M: Because we're under attack. And you know we need you.

James Bond: Well, I'm here.

M: You'll have to be debriefed and declared fit for active service. You can only return to duty when you've passed the tests, so take them seriously. And a shower might be in order.

James Bond: I'll go home and change.

M: Oh, we've sold your flat, put your things into storage. Standard procedure on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin. You should have called.

James Bond: I'll find a hotel.

M: Well, you're bloody well not sleeping here.

[Bond is chasing Silva who escaped, trying to open a door]

James Bond: It won't open.

Q: Of course it will, put your back into it.

James Bond: Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?

Raoul Silva: If you wanted, you could pick your own secret missions. As I do. Name it, name it. Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks. Bip. Easy. Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul... done. Hmm. Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.

James Bond: Or a gas explosion in London.

Raoul Silva: Mm-hm. Just point and click.

James Bond: Well, everybody needs a hobby.

Raoul Silva: So what's yours?

James Bond: Resurrection.

M: Is this where you grew up?

James Bond: Mm.

M: How old were you when they died?

James Bond: You know the answer to that. You know the whole story.

M: Orphans always make the best recruits.

James Bond: A gun and a radio. It's not exactly Christmas, is it?

Q: Were you expecting an exploding pen? We don't really go in for that anymore.

M: I fucked this up, didn't I?

James Bond: No. You did your job.

James Bond: I read your obituary of me.

M: And?

James Bond: Appalling.

M: Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. I did call you "an exemplar of British fortitude".

James Bond: That bit was all right.

Q: I'm guessing this is not official.

James Bond: Not even remotely.

Q: So much for my promising career in espionage.

James Bond: [as his boyhood home burns down] I always hated this place.

Q: There are only about six people in the world who could set up fail-safes like this.

James Bond: Can you get past them?

Q: I invented them.

James Bond: Some men are coming to kill us. We're going to kill them first.

[Bond opens a garage door to reveal his Aston Martin DB5]

M: Oh, and I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.

James Bond: Get in.

Eve: [watches Bond shave] Cut-throat razor. How very traditional.

James Bond: Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.

Eve: Sometimes the old ways are the best.

[Bond runs and jumps on the end of the train, hanging on the door as the female conductor looks at him in confusion]

James Bond: Open the door, please!

[Conductor still stares at him]

James Bond: Open the door!

[Conductor finally opens the door before Bond walks in]

James Bond: Health and Safety. Carry on.

James Bond: [a mirror on Land Rover's right door falls] That's all right. You weren't using it.

Eve: [makes left mirror fall] I wasn't using that one, either.

Q: Good luck out there in the field... And please return the equipment in one piece.

James Bond: A brave new world.

Raoul Silva: [Silva unbuttons Bond's shirt and peels back the shirt to expose the scar tissue where Bond removed the bullet] Ooh! See what she's done to you.

James Bond: [suspicious] Well, she never tied me to a chair.

Raoul Silva: Her loss.

[Silva begins caressing Bond's neck]

James Bond: Are you sure this is about M?

Raoul Silva: It's about her... and you, and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other... mmm... or eat everyone else.

[Silva strokes Bond's neck]

Raoul Silva: How you're trying to remember your training now.

[Silva smiles]

Raoul Silva: What's the regulation to cover this?

[Silva strokes both of Bond's upper legs]

Raoul Silva: Well, first time for everything.

[Bond smiles]

Raoul Silva: Yes?

James Bond: What makes you think this is my first time?

Raoul Silva: [sits back] Oh, Mr Bond. All the physical stuff - so dull, so dull.

[last lines]

Gareth Mallory: So, 007... Lots to be done. Are you ready to get back to work?

James Bond: With pleasure, M. With pleasure.

James Bond: Oh good, here comes a train.

[Bond is gifted the porcelain bulldog]

Eve: I think she was encouraging you to take a desk job.

James Bond: Just the opposite.

James Bond: Not enough excitement in Istanbul?

Eve: I've been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work.

James Bond: Really?

Eve: Mmm. Something to do with killing 007.

James Bond: Well, you gave it your best shot.

Eve: That was hardly my best shot.

James Bond: I'm not sure I could survive your best.

Eve: I doubt you'll get the chance.

[Bond and M drive off in the Aston Martin DB5]

M: It's not very comfortable, is it?

James Bond: [Flips up the shift knob cap to reveal the ejector seat button underneath] Are you gonna complain all the way?

M: Oh, go on, then, eject me. See if I care.

[Bond reconsiders the thought and closes the shift knob while driving]

James Bond: [about getting shot] In your defense, a moving target is harder to hit.

Eve: Then you'd better keep moving.

M: 007, what the hell are you doing? Are you kidnapping me?

James Bond: That would be one way of looking at it.

James Bond: [dodging an explosion] Was that for me?

Raoul Silva: [laughing] No, but that is.

[a subway train crashes after Bond]

Kincade: So who is it we're supposed to be fighting?

James Bond: No "we" in it. Kincade. This is not your fight.

Kincade: Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.

James Bond: What was it you said? "Take the bloody shot."

M: I made a judgment call.

James Bond: You should have trusted me to finish the job.

M: It was a possibility of losing you or the certainty of losing all those other agents. I made the only decision I could and you know it.

James Bond: I think you lost your nerve.

M: What are you expecting, a bloody apology? You know the rules of the game. You've been playing it long enough. We both have.

James Bond: Maybe too long.

M: Speak for yourself.

James Bond: [as Silva falls] Last rat standing.

Raoul Silva: Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.

James Bond: Don't forget my pathetic love of country.

Eve: She's ready for you.

James Bond: I'm sorry, have we met before?

Eve: I'm the one who should say sorry.

James Bond: It was only four ribs. Some of the less vital organs. Nothing major.

Eve: She's pretty.

James Bond: Now, now.

Eve: If you like that sort of thing.

James Bond: I'll keep you posted.

[puts his earpiece into her glass]

James Bond: [as Silva arrives at Skyfall in a helicopter while playing loud music] Always got to make an entrance.

James Bond: The latest thing from Q branch; it's called a radio.

James Bond: What a waste of good scotch.

Sévérine: Would you mind if I ask you a business question?

James Bond: Depends on the question.

Sévérine: It has to do with - death.

James Bond: A subject in which you're well-versed.

Sévérine: And how would you know that?

James Bond: Only a certain kind of woman wears a backless dress with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh.

Sévérine: One can never be too careful when handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers.

James Bond: [Silva's men are approaching] You ready?

Kincade: I was ready before you were born, son.

M: I suppose... It's too late to make a run for it?

James Bond: Well, I'm game if you are.

M: I did get one thing right.

[dies]

James Bond: [after a scene with heavy shooting] Are you hurt?

M: Only my pride is hurt.

James Bond: [the fat bodyguard is about to be bitten by a komodo dragon, failed to pull the trigger to James Bond] Good luck with that.

Q: [Via Bond's earpiece] Where are you?

James Bond: [He's on the train] Take a wild guess, Q.

Sévérine: How much do you know about fear?

James Bond: All there is.

Sévérine: Not like this. Not like him.

Eve: You know, Mallory's not as bad as you think.

James Bond: He's a bureaucrat.

Eve: You should do your homework. Gareth Mallory was a Lieutenant Colonel...

James Bond: Lieutenant Colonel in Northern Ireland. Hereford Regiment. Spent three months at the hands of the IRA.

Eve: So there's more to him than meets the eye.

M: I suppose it's too late to make a run for it?

James Bond: Well, I'm game if you are.

Sévérine: Will you... kill him?

James Bond: Someone always dies.

James Bond: [Looking round Skyfall one last time] I always did hate this house.

James Bond: [to Sévérine when they are in the shower together] I like you better without your Beretta.

Sévérine: I feel naked without it.

M: This is where you grew up.

James Bond: Mm.

James Bond: A storm's coming.

James Bond: Ronson didn't make it, did he?

James Bond: [fighting Patrice] Who's got the list? Tell me! Who are you working for?

[Patrice slips from Bond's hand and plummets to his death]

James Bond: [gives suitcase of money to Eve] Bet it all on red.

M: 007, Gareth Mallory.

Gareth Mallory: I hope I haven't missed anything. The PM does prattle on in a crisis. Bond.

James Bond: Mallory.

Kincade: James. James Bond.

James Bond: Good God. He's still alive.

Kincade: Hah, it's nice to see you, too.

James Bond: You know, we've never formerly been introduced.

Eve: Oh? Well, my name's Eve. Eve Moneypenny.

James Bond: Well I look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.

Eve: Me too. I'm sure we'll have one or two close shaves.

[first lines]

James Bond: [Speaking on a blue tooth device] Ronson's down. He needs a medical evac.

M: Where is it? Is it there?

James Bond: Hard drives gone.

M: You sure?

James Bond: It's gone. Give me a minute.

M: They must have it! Get after them!

James Bond: I'm stabilizing Ronson.

M: We don't have the time!

James Bond: I have to stop the bleeding!

M: Leave him!

M: You know what's at stake here. We cannot afford to lose that list.

James Bond: Yes, mum.

Gareth Mallory: I only have one question. Why not - stay dead? You have the perfect way out. Go and live, quietly somewhere. Not many field agents get to leave this cleanly.

James Bond: Do you get out in the field much?

Gareth Mallory: You don't need to be an operative to see the obvious. It's a young man's game.

James Bond: Hire me or fire me. It's entirely up to you.

Tanner: We've analyzed the shrapnel fragments. Lucky it wasn't a direct hit - it would have cut you in half. It's depleted uranium shell, military grade. Hard to get. Extremely expensive and only used by a select few. Recognize anyone?

James Bond: [Points to a photograph] Him.

Tanner: Okay. His name's Patrice. He's a ghost. No known residency or country of origin.

M: Find out who he works for and who has the list. Then, terminate him for Ronson.

James Bond: With pleasure.

M: 007, you are ready for this?

James Bond: Yes, Mum.

James Bond: You look beautiful in that dress.

Eve: You don't scrub up so bad yourself.

James Bond: Well, its amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands.

James Bond: Do you gamble?

Eve: I like a little flutter, now and then. Who doesn't like to take chances?

Sévérine: Who doesn't appreciate the occasional twists, Mister?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

James Bond: You're scared.

Sévérine: Thank you for the drink - Mr. Bond.

James Bond: You put on a good show. But, ever since we sat down you haven't stopped looking at your body guards. The three of them is a bit excessive. They're controlling you. They're not protecting you. Tattoo on your wrist is Macau sex trade. You belong to one of the houses. What were you 12? 13? I'm guessing he was your way out. Perhaps you thought you were in love. But, that was a long time ago.

Sévérine: You know nothing about it.

James Bond: I know when a woman is afraid and pretending not to be.

James Bond: Does he always get what he wants?

Sévérine: More than you know.

Raoul Silva: You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman - when all she does is lie to you.

James Bond: She never lied to me.

Raoul Silva: No?

[M arrives at her home and prepares a drink when she suddenly hears the sound of glass clanging from behind her. She sees a silhouette of Bond near the window]

M: Where the hell have you been?

James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.

[from trailer]

James Bond: Everyone needs a hobby...

Raoul Silva: So what's yours?

James Bond: Resurrection.

James Bond: [a device closes; cocks gun] So you lived to die another day... Colonel.

Graves: At last... I was beginning to think you would never guess.

James Bond: Was it painful? The gene therapy.

Graves: You couldn't possibly imagine.

James Bond: Oh, good. I'm glad to hear that.

Graves: But there have been compensations, like you floating around in peril. Granting you life day by day just to see you get wise. It's been fun.

James Bond: Well, the fun is about to come to a dead end.

Graves: [Spoiler Quote]

[Miranda point her gun at Graves]

Graves: So... Miss Frost is not all she seems.

James Bond: Looks can be deceptive.

Graves: Yes. By the way, did you find out who betrayed you in North Korea?

James Bond: Only a matter of time.

Graves: You never even thought of looking inside your own organization?

[Miranda turns against MI6 by pointing the gun at James]

Graves: She was right under your nose.

Miranda Frost: [James shoots, but his gun is empty] It was so good of you to bring your gun in bed with us.

James Bond: Yes. Occupational hazard.

[throws the empty pistol on the floor]

Graves: You see, I have a gift. An instinct for sensing people's weaknesses. Yours is women. Hers and mine are winning, whatever the cost. So when I arranged for that fatal overdose for the true victor at Sydney, I won myself my very own MI6 agent, using everthing at my disposal - her brains, her talent, even her sex.

James Bond: The coldest weapon of all.

James Bond: You know, I've missed your sparkling personality.

Zao: [punching Bond in the stomach] How's that for a punch line?

James Bond: I'm looking for a North Korean.

Raul: Tourist?

James Bond: Terrorist.

Raul: One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

[Graves and Bond are fighting in a depressurizing plane]

Graves: Ya see Mr. Bond, you can't kill my dreams. But my dreams can kill you. Time to face destiny.

[James pulls Graves' parachute cord]

James Bond: Time to face gravity.

Graves: We only met briefly, but you left a lasting impression. You see, when your intervention forced me to present the world with a new face, I chose to model the disgusting Gustav Graves on you. I paid attention to details - that unjustifiable swagger, the crass quips, the self-defence mechanism concealing such inadequacy...

James Bond: [holding up his Walther P99] My self-defence mechanism's right here.

Miranda Frost: I know all about you, 007. Sex for dinner, death for breakfast. Well, it's not going to work with me.

James Bond: No?

Miranda Frost: No.

[Bond kisses Miss Frost again]

James Bond: You're getting good at this.

Miranda Frost: Oh, stop it. Are we still being watched?

James Bond: No, they left ages ago.

Miranda Frost: Oh God, you're impossible! Come on, let's get out of here.

Patient: What the hell do you want? I don't need a goddamn wheelchair.

James Bond: No?

[punches him]

James Bond: You do now.

Miranda Frost: I'll show you your room.

James Bond: A palace of ice; you must feel right at home.

James Bond: You know, you're cleverer than you look.

Q: Still, better than looking cleverer than you are.

Colonel Moon: You will not live to see the day all Korea is ruled by the North.

James Bond: Then you and I have something in common.

Peaceful: I'm Peaceful Fountains of Desire, the masseuse. I come with compliments of the manager.

James Bond: I'm sure you do. Come in.

Peaceful: On the bed please. Face down.

James Bond: Yes, of course.

[Bond wraps his arms around Peaceful]

Peaceful: I'm not that kind of masseuse.

James Bond: [Bond grabs her hand and grabs the gun from her inner thigh holster] I'm not that kind of customer.

[entering the 5-star hotel drenched in hospital clothes]

James Bond: My usual suite, please.

Snooty Desk clerk: [sarcastically] Do you have a credit card... or any luggage?

James 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.

James Bond: You must be joking.

Q: As I learned from my predecessor, Bond, I never joke about my work.

Mr. Chang: Ah, Mr Bond, a little thank you from us.

[Hands a box to Bond]

James Bond: [Bond finds money and a ticket to Cuba in the box] Cuba.

Mr. Chang: It seems Mr. Zao has lost himself in Havana. If you find him, say goodbye from us.

James Bond: With pleasure.

[Q and Bond enter Q's office as Bond looks around at the vast array of devices left over from previous cases]

James Bond: So, this is where they keep the old relics, then, eh?

Q: I'll have you know our TOP cutting-edge technology is designed here.

James Bond: [releasing the knife from the briefcase used in the From Russia With Love affair and fingering a blade] Point taken...

Q: Must you touch everything?

James Bond: [seeing his Thunderball jet pack] Hey, does this still work?

[James activates the jet pack, and Q struggles to subdue it]

Q: Now look...

James Bond: [holding up the knife-studded shoe worn by Rosa Klebb years ago] So where is this cutting-edge stuff?

Q: I'm trying to get to it.

M: You had your cyanide...

James Bond: Threw it away years ago...

Verity: I see you handle your weapon well.

James Bond: I have been known to keep my tip up.

James Bond: Do you believe in bad luck?

Jinx: Let's just say my relationships don't seem to last.

James Bond: I know the feeling.

Miss Moneypenny: [Moneypenny is typing a disinformative newspaper report in her office, when 007 walks in] James!

James Bond: Moneypenny.

[Bond and Moneypenny embrace and kiss. Bond lays Moneypenny out on her desk]

Miss Moneypenny: Oh, James...

[Continue kissing, when all of a sudden... ]

Q: [walking in] Moneypenny?

[Moneypenny sits up abruptly and removes a pair of virtual reality simulation centre glasses]

Miss Moneypenny: Um... I was... um... just testing it out.

[She blushes and buttons her blouse]

Q: Oh, it's rather hard, isn't it?

Miss Moneypenny: Yes... very...

Miranda Frost: [Naked, in bed with Bond] This is crazy. You're a 00.

James Bond: It's only a number.

James Bond: Check the tape. You'll find he's dead and she only has a flesh wound.

Q: There's always an excuse, isn't there, Double-O-Zero?

Q: [Explaining the Aston Martin] ... Your new transportation

[nothing visible on the platform]

James Bond: I think you've been down here too long...

James Bond: Vodka martini, plenty of ice... if you can spare it.

Jinx: Giacinta Johnson. My friends call me Jinx.

James Bond: My friends call me James Bond.

[last lines]

Jinx: Wait, don't pull it out. I'm not finished with it yet.

James Bond: See? It's a perfect fit.

Jinx: Uh-hm. Leave it in.

James Bond: It's gotta come out sooner or later.

Jinx: No, leave it in, please. Few more minutes?

James Bond: We really have to get these back.

[Takes a diamond out of Jinx's belly button]

Jinx: Still the good guys, huh?

James Bond: I'm still not quite sure - how good you are.

Jinx: I am *so* good.

James Bond: Especially when you're bad.

James Bond: Not Jinx anymore?

Jinx: Oh, I'll always be a jinx to you.

Graves: Are you a gambling man Mr. Bond?

James Bond: If the stakes are right.

Graves: And Mr.?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond

James Bond: [Bond breaks a glass partition, revealing Chinese agents watching him] You didn't think I knew that you were always Chinese intelligence Chang?

Mr. Chang: Hong Kong's our turf now, Bond.

James Bond: Well, don't worry. I'm not here to take it back.

Raul: We may have lost the Revolution, but our health system is second to none.

James Bond: You don't seem to have done too badly after the Revolution...

Raul: We all have our ways of getting by - you would be surprised how many government officials come to me with little reminders about decadent times.

James Bond: I know - can I take these?

[He holds up a book about birds written by his namesake and a pair of binoculars]

[James Bond saves himself and Jinx from certain death by piloting a helicopter from a standing start at 10,000 feet]

James Bond: [to Jinx] Now... you said something about going down... together?

Colonel Moon: Mr Van Bierk.

[Picks up Tankbuster]

Colonel Moon: Our new tankbuster. Depleted uranium shells, naturally.

James Bond: Naturally.

James Bond: [after he gives Col. Moon the briefcase full of diamonds, rigged with explosives] Don't blow it all at once.

Air Hostess: Your drink, sir.

James Bond: Lucky I asked for it shaken.

Graves: Glad you could make it Mr. Bond. How did you like my run?

James Bond: Like a man on the edge of losing control.

Graves: It's only by being on the edge that we know who we really are - under the skin.

Graves: He died chasing a dream. Isn't that the way to go?

James Bond: I'd rather not go at all.

James Bond: I'm checking out. Thanks for the Kiss of Life.

James Bond: Can I expect the pleasure of you in Iceland?

Miranda Frost: I'm afraid you'll never have that pleasure, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: What are you, CIA?

Jinx: NSA. Hello, we're on the same side.

James Bond: Doesn't mean we're after the same thing.

Jinx: Sure it does. World peace, unconditional love, and our little friend with the expensive acne.

James Bond: Give me the old fashioned target range, Quartermaster.

Q: Yes, well, it's called the future, so get used to it.

Mr. Kil: I'm Mr. Kil.

James Bond: Now there's a name to die for.

Zao: It appears we are equal... in the eyes of spies.

James Bond: Equal... but not even.

James Bond: I know the rules, and number one is "no deals'.

James Bond: Zao, I've been traded. Your time will come.

Zao: Yes, but not as soon as yours.

Falco: James Bond... just in time for the fireworks.

James Bond: Let's get down to business.

James Bond: So you live to die another day.

James Bond: There will be others after me. You know that.

Graves: Oh, you mean your American friend Jinx? Soon to be the victim of a tragedy. An ice palace can be such a treacherous place.

General Moon: Fifty years after the superpowers carved Korea in two... and then you arrive. A British spy. It's proved the hardliners correct, that we cannot trust the west. And you... you took away my son!

James Bond: You're firing squad there should have done the job for me.

James Bond: Just surviving Mr Change, just surviving.

James Bond: You think I haven't always known you're Chinese intelligence, Chang?

Mr. Chang: Hong Kong's our turf now, Bond!

James Bond: Don't worry, I'm not here to take it back. Put your hands down.

Mr. Chang: What the hell do you want?

James Bond: Just to help you settle a score. Zao killed three of your men. You get me into North Korea, I'll take care of him for you.

Mr. Chang: What's in it for you?

James Bond: A chance to get even.

Colonel Moon: How do you propose to kill me know, Mr. Bond? It's pathetic! You British still believe you have the right to police the world. But, you will not live to see the day, all Korea is ruled by the North.

James Bond: Then you and I have something in common.

James Bond: Perhaps you could send up my tailor and some food.

Mr. Chang: The lobster's good - with quails eggs and sliced seaweed.

James Bond: Mm-hmm. And if there's any left, eh, '61 Bollinger.

Mr. Chang: Of course.

James Bond: Mojito, por favor.

James Bond: Nothing to see till the morning. Not out there anyway.

Jinx: So, what do predators do - when the sun goes down?

James Bond: They feast - like there's no tomorrow.

Jinx: Are you always this frisky?

James Bond: I've been missing the touch of a good woman.

Jinx: [Jokingly pulls out a knife] Who says I'm good?

M: Well, it seems you've become useful again.

James Bond: Hmm, then maybe it's time you let me get on with my job.

Q: [after a virtual reality shootout exercise] A perfect marksman isn't really supposed to shoot his own boss.

James 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.

Q: Now, a new watch. This should be your 20th, I believe.

James Bond: How time flies.

Q: Yes, well 007, why don't you establish a record by actually returning this one.

Miranda Frost: Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Aw, Miss Frost.

Miranda Frost: I'll show you your room.

James Bond: A palace of ice! You must feel right at home.

Jinx: Sorry I left you in an explosive situation. You're a big boy. I figured you could handle it yourself.

James Bond: No wonder your relationships don't last.

Jinx: I'm a girl that just doesn't like to get tied down.

Miranda Frost: [Grabs Bond and kisses him] M warned me this would happen.

James Bond: That's why you tried so hard not to be interested in me.

Miranda Frost: Oh God, you're even worse than your file says.

James Bond: [Being observed by Graves Security Guards] They don't look too convinced. Come on, put your back into it.

[Kisses Miss Frost]

Miranda Frost: James, be careful.

James Bond: Go back to your room. I'll come back for you.

James Bond: The same person who set me up then has just set me up again, to get Zao out. So, I'm going after him!

M: The only place you're going is our evaluation center in the Falklands. 00 status receded.

James Bond: Saved by the bell.

James Bond: You burned me, and now you want my help?

M: Did you expect an apology?

M: What did you find in Cuba?

James Bond: A clinic specializing in gene therapy - new identities courtesy of DNA transplants.

M: A self-called beauty parlour... We heard rumours of such a place - I didn't think it even existed!

James Bond: It doesn't any more...

James Bond: [Bond says goodbye in Danish to Moneypenny on the phone while making love to his language tutor] Goodbye my sweet.

Moneypenny: You always were a cunning linguist, James.

Moneypenny: [M walks up from behind Moneypenny] Don't ask.

M: Don't tell.

Q: It's the insurance damage waiver for your beautiful new car. Now, will you need collision coverage?

James Bond: Yes.

Q: Fire?

James Bond: Probably.

Q: Property destruction?

James Bond: Definitely.

Q: Personal Injury?

James Bond: I hope not, but accidents do happen.

Q: They frequently do with you.

James Bond: Well, that takes care of the normal wear-and-tear. Is there any other protection I need?

Q: Only from me 007, unless you bring that car back in pristine order.

[the phone in Bond's car ring]

James Bond: Yes?

Elliot Carver: Good Morning, Mr. Bond. Elliot Carver. I beleive you have two things that belong to me!

James Bond: What are you talking about?

Elliot Carver: The encoder, in the dash of your car...

[pause]

Elliot Carver: ...And my wife, in your hotel room!

James Bond: You were pretty good with that hook.

Wai-Lin: Thanks. It comes from growing up in a rough neighborhood. You were pretty good on the bike.

James Bond: Thank you. It comes from not growing up at all.

[last lines]

Wai-Lin: They're looking for us, James.

James Bond: Let's stay under cover.

James Bond: [after throwing a bad guy into a printing press] They'll print anything these days.

Elliot Carver: According to Eastern philosophy, the body has seven different chakra points. The Energy centers, like the heart, or genitals. The purpose of these implements is to probe those organs, inflicting the maximum amount of pain whilst keeping the victim alive for as long as possible.

Mr. Stamper: Dr. Kaufman's record was fifty-two hours. I'm hoping to break it.

James Bond: I would have thought watching your TV shows was torture enough.

James Bond: I always wondered how I'd feel if I ever saw you again.

[Paris turns around slaps Bond across the face]

James Bond: Now I know. Was it something I said?

Paris Carver: How about the words, "I'll be right back"?

James Bond: Something came up.

Paris Carver: Something always came up.

[to Carver before he is kiled by the sea-vac]

James Bond: You forgot the first rule of mass media, Elliot! GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT!

Dr. Kaufman: This is very embarrassing. It seems there is a red box they need in your car, only they can't get it open. They want me to get you to tell how to open it. I feel like an idiot, I don't know what to say.

[Bond just smiles]

Dr. Kaufman: I am to torture you if you don't do it.

James Bond: Do you have a doctorate in that as well?

Dr. Kaufman: No, no this is more like a hobby... but I am very gifted.

James Bond: Oh, I believe you.

[Bond has taken Gupta hostage and is negotiating with Carver to exchange him for Wai Lin, who herself is being held captive by Carver]

Elliot Carver: [to Stamper and his security forces regarding Bond] Don't shoot him, yet.

Mr. Stamper: [to his men over a two-way radio] Hold your fire.

Elliot Carver: Welcome to my world crisis, Mr. Bond!

James Bond: Even trade, Elliot; Gupta for Wai Lin. You can't fire the missile without him.

Elliot Carver: [Holding Wai Lin at gunpoint] And it seems you can't resist any woman in my possession.

Wai-Lin: What are you waiting for, shoot him!

James Bond: [to Wai Lin] I told you, we're gonna finish this together!

Elliot Carver: How romantic! Do you realize how absurd your position is?

James Bond: No more absurd than starting a war for ratings.

Elliot Carver: Great men have always manipulated the media to save the world. Look at William Randolph Hearst, who told his photographers, "You provide the pictures, I'll provide the war." I've just taken it one step further.

[Bond open fires on one of Stamper's men, killing him]

James Bond: Sorry about that, I've tuned out there for a moment, Elliot.

Elliot Carver: [to Bond] Touché.

[to Gupta]

Elliot Carver: Mr. Gupta, is the missile ready to fire?

Gupta: Press the magic button, Beijing disappears.

Elliot Carver: Well, it seems you've outlived your contract!

[Carver shoots Gupta]

Elliot Carver: You see, Mr. Bond, I have a backup plan

James Bond: Uh-huh. So do I.

[Bond remotely releases a grenade from a case and detonates it, breaching the hull of the stealth boat]

Paris Carver: Do you know I used to look in the papers every day for your obituary.

James Bond: Well, I'm sorry I keep disappointing you.

James Bond: Another Carver building. If I didn't know better, I'd say he developed an edifice complex.

Wai Lin: [straddling Bond on a motorcycle] Don't get any ideas, Mr Bond.

James Bond: I wouldn't dream of it.

Tamara Steel: Mr. Carver here is the banker Mr.

[pause]

James Bond: Bond, James Bond.

M: I believe you once had a relationship with Carver's wife, Paris.

James Bond: That was a long time ago, M... before she was married. I didn't realize it was public knowledge.

Moneypenny: Queen and country, James.

M: Your job is to find out whether Carver or someone in his organization sent that ship off course, and why. Use your relationship with Mrs. Carver, if necessary.

James Bond: I doubt if she'll remember me.

M: Remind her. Then pump her for information.

Moneypenny: You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James.

James Bond: If only that were true of you and I, Moneypenny.

Elliot Carver: Mr. Bond, Ms. Lin. Welcome to Saigon. Please come in.

James Bond: It's always a pleasure to see you, Elliot.

Elliot Carver: I wasn't planning on opening this center until tomorrow. But you're just in time to help me finish writing the inaugural story, YOUR obituaries.

Jack Wade: You know that, officially, Uncle Sam is completely neutral in this turkey shoot.

James Bond: And unofficially?

Jack Wade: We have no interest in seeing World War III - unless we start it.

Wai-Lin: [Bond and Wai-Lin are handcuffed together] If I didn't know better, I'd say you were following me around, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: You have to admit, though: we seem to have developed a certain attachment to each other.

Wai-Lin: Hopefully not for long.

Elliot Carver: Don't you realise how absurd your position is?

James Bond: No more absurd than starting a war for ratings.

James Bond: I think we understand each other.

Q: Grow up, 007.

Wai Lin: [bobbing in the South China Sea in scuba gear] Still interested in hostile takeovers?

James Bond: It's the opportunities for travel, that I like best about banking.

Wai-Lin: It's mostly dull routine, of course, but every now and then you get to sail on a beautiful evening like this. And sometimes work with a decadent agent of a corrupt Western power.

James Bond: And they say communists don't know how to have fun.

Wai-Lin: Oh, I hate to disappoint you; but, I don't even have a little red book.

James Bond: Hello Elliot, interesting plan!

Elliot Carver: So much for German Efficiency!

James Bond: [after Bond hears the female voice in the car] I think we've met.

James Bond: [on the motorcycle] Get on the back!

Wai Lin: Why? Are you trying to protect me?

James Bond: No, I need to balance the bike. Now get on the back!

[finding Paris's body in his hotel room, Bond suddenly realizes the news report in the background is reporting his death along with hers]

Dr. Kaufman: [click] I have a clear shot at your head, Mr. Bond. Stand up, slowly, drop your gun, and kick it towards me, ja?

[Bond does so]

Dr. Kaufman: Good. Now sit down on the bed next to Mrs. Carver.

[Bond does so, and Kaufman turns off the TV and extracts a videotape from the VCR]

Dr. Kaufman: The story will be on the news in an hour.

James Bond: "Tomorrow's News Today."

Dr. Kaufman: Just so.

Q: I am not interested in your sordid escapades. Let's get on with it, shall we. Your new telephone. Talk here. Listen here.

James Bond: So that's what I've been doing wrong all these years.

Q: Look, it also includes a fingerprint scanner. a 2,000 volt security system, and this I'm particularly proud of - the remote control for your car. Tap twice. One. Two.

[Car starts]

Q: Now, draw very slowly across the pad to drive the car. It's surprisingly difficult to drive; but, with practice...

James Bond: Well, let's see how she responds to my touch, eh, Q?

James Bond: It won't look like a suicide if you shoot me from over there.

Dr. Kaufman: I am a professor of forensic medicine. Believe me, Mr. Bond, I could shoot you from Stuttgart und still create ze proper effect.

James Bond: [Bond is practicing speaking Danish with his language tutor; while making love to her]

Professor Inga Bergstrom: I am pleased with your progress, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: I've always enjoyed studying a new tongue, Professor.

Professor Inga Bergstrom: One might say you have a natural ability.

James Bond: But practice makes perfect.

James Bond: Filthy Habit!

James Bond: Are you sure you can do this on your own?

Wai-Lin: It depends whether your mission is peace or revenge.

James Bond: This is about stopping a war.

Moneypenny: [Calling on the phone] James? Where are you?

James Bond: [In bed with a Danish Professor] Oh, Moneypenny. Um. I'm just up here at Oxford, brushing up on a little Danish.

Professor Inga Bergstrom: Little?

Moneypenny: I'm afraid you're going to have to kiss off your lesson, James. We've got a situation here at the Ministry of Defense. We're sending the fleet to China.

Party Waiter: Something to drink, Mrs. Carver?

Paris Carver: Mr. Bond will have Vodka martini, shaken, not stirred.

James Bond: Mrs. Carver will have a Tequila, straight shot.

Paris Carver: No. Mrs. Carver will have a glass of Mr. Carver's champagne.

James Bond: [Making a toast] To you.

Paris Carver: No, to the gun.

Paris Carver: [sighs] What was it James? Did I get too close? Did I get to close for - comfort?

James Bond: Yes.

[Passionate kiss, then Bond undresses Paris]

Paris Carver: I missed you.

Jack Wade: Yo! Jimbo!

James Bond: Wade, what the hell are you doing here?

Jack Wade: Jimbo, you know the world's my office.

James Bond: I may have some breaking news for you, Elliot.

James Bond: Never argue with a woman. They're always right.

Elliot Carver: Mr. Gupta, is the missile ready to launch?

Gupta: Press the magic button, Beijing disappears!

Elliot Carver: Well, it seems you've outlived your contract!

[Carver shoots Gupta, instantly killing him]

Elliot Carver: You see, Mr. Bond, I have a backup plan!

James Bond: U-huh... So do I!

James Bond: Why did you marry him?

Paris Carver: He told me he loved me.

James Bond: That always sounds good.

James Bond: [on the phone] Bond here.

James Bond: Are these pictures live?

M: Unlike the American government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.

Alec Trevelyan: We're both orphans, James. But while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.

James Bond: Hence Janus. The two-faced Roman god come to life.

Alec Trevelyan: It wasn't God who gave me this face! It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.

James Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

Alec Trevelyan: No. You were supposed to die for me.

[pause]

Alec Trevelyan: And, by the way, I did think about asking you to join my little scheme but somehow I knew, 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend.

[louder]

Alec Trevelyan: Closing time, James! Last call.

[Bond raises his gun to kill Alec but is tranquilized by a sniper]

Alec Trevelyan: [walks towards Bond and looks down on him] For England, James.

M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.

James Bond: The thought had occurred to me.

M: Good, because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.

James Bond: Point taken.

[Q has blown up a dummy with an explosive pen]

Q: Don't say it...

James Bond: The writing is on the wall.

Q: Along with the rest of him.

Jack Wade: Jack Wade, CIA.

James Bond: James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.

[Bond and Natalya are trying to escape from the train when Trevelyan talks to them on the loudspeaker]

Alec Trevelyan: Good luck with the floor James. I've set the timers for six minutes, the same six minutes you gave me. It was the least I could do for a "friend".

[snickers]

Natalya Simonova: What does he mean?

James Bond: We've got three minutes.

James Bond: Who is the competition?

Jack Wade: Ah, an ex-KGB guy. Tough mother. Got a limp in his right leg. Name's Zukovsky.

James Bond: Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky?

Jack Wade: Yeah, you know him?

James Bond: I gave him the limp.

Alec Trevelyan: [hanging from his foot held by Bond's hands] For England, James?

James Bond: No. For me.

[lets Trevelyan go]

Dimitri Mishkin: Good morning, Mr. Bond. Sit. I'm Defense Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?

James Bond: What, no small-talk? No chit-chat? That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. It's a lost art.

Dimitri Mishkin: Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?

James Bond: I assumed you had it.

Dimitri Mishkin: I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...

James Bond: ...or at least that's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.

Dimitri Mishkin: Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?

James Bond: WHO HAD THE AUTHORIZATION CODES?

Dimitri Mishkin: RUSSIA MAY HAVE CHANGED BUT THE PENALTY FOR TERRORISM IS STILL DEATH!

James Bond: AND WHAT'S THE PENALTY FOR TREASON?

Natalya Simonova: Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like boys with toys!

James Bond: Governments change... the lies stay the same.

Xenia Onatopp: You don't need the gun, Commander.

James Bond: Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.

Alec Trevelyan: In 16 minutes and 43 sec - in 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will reenter the stone age.

James Bond: A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, 50 years on.

Alec Trevelyan: Oh, please James, spare me the Freud. I might as well ask you for the vodka martinis that have silenced the screams of all the men you've killed... or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women, for all the dead ones you failed to protect.

Q: A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse, another three disarms it.

[Bond takes the pen, clicks three times]

James Bond: How long did you say the fuse was?

[Q takes the pen back and disarms it]

Q: Oh grow up, 007.

James Bond: They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.

Q: Thanks to me they were right!

[Q appears, wheelchair-bound with his leg in a cast]

James Bond: Morning Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?

[Q's leg "cast" fires a rocket across the room]

Q: Hunting!

James Bond: [while talking about the incident at Savernaya] They're not just criminals Valentin, they're traitors.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: Well, what do you expect from a Lienz Cossack?

James Bond: What?

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: This Janus, I've never met the man, but I know that he is a Lienz Cossack.

James Bond: Group that worked for the Nazis against the Russians. Second World War.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: You know your history, Mr. Bond. At the end of the war, they surrendered to the British, thinking they would help in waging war against the Communists. But, the British betrayed them, sent them back to Stalin, who promptly had them all shot. Women, children, entire families.

James Bond: Not exactly our finest hour.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: Still, ruthless people. They got what they deserved.

Alec Trevelyan: James... what an unpleasant surprise.

James Bond: We aim to please.

Alec Trevelyan: [grabs a machine gun that's on the ground but Bond puts his foot on it first] Why can't you just be a good boy and die?

James Bond: You first.

[looks at Xenia]

James Bond: You, second. UP!

Natalya Simonova: Do you destroy every vehicle you get into?

James Bond: Standard operating procedure. Boys with toys.

Caroline: James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast?

James Bond: More often than you'd think.

General Ourumov: This is Colonel Ourumov. Come out with your hands above your head.

James Bond: How original.

James Bond: Alec?

Alec Trevelyan: Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?

Caroline: I enjoy a spirited ride as much as the next girl, but...

[a woman, Xenia Onatopp, pulls up alongside and smiles]

Caroline: Who's that?

James Bond: The next girl.

James Bond: Banco. It appears we share the same passions: three, anyway.

Xenia Onatopp: I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat.

[James reveals a losing hand]

Xenia Onatopp: I hope the third is where your real talent lies.

James Bond: One rises to meet a challenge.

James Bond: I trusted you, Alec.

Alec Trevelyan: Trust? What a quaint idea.

James Bond: Vodka martini - shaken, not stirred. And for you?

Xenia Onatopp: The same.

James Bond: How do you take it?

Xenia Onatopp: Straight up - with a twist.

Jack Wade: [Talking about Natalya] Did you check her out?

James Bond: Head to toe.

Q: Right. Now pay attention 007. First, your new car. BMW Agile 54 with gears. All points radar. Self destruct system. And, naturally, all the usual refinements. Now, this I'm particularly proud of - behind the headlights, stinger missiles!

James Bond: Excellent, just the thing for unwinding after a rough day at the office.

Q: Need I remind you, 007, that you have a licence to kill, not to break the traffic laws.

Natalya Simonova: He was a friend, Trevelyan?

James Bond: Yes.

Natalya Simonova: Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?

James Bond: In a word, yes.

Natalya Simonova: Unless he kills you first?

James Bond: Natalya...

Natalya Simonova: You think I'm impressed? All of you with your guns, your killing, your death. For what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. How can you act like this? How can you be so cold?

James Bond: It's what keeps me alive.

Natalya Simonova: No. It's what keeps you alone.

James Bond: It's too easy.

Alec Trevelyan: Half of everything is luck, James.

James Bond: And the other half?

[alarms begin to go off]

Alec Trevelyan: Fate!

Xenia Onatopp: Thank you, Mister...

James Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

Xenia Onatopp: Xenia Sergeyevna Onatopp.

James Bond: Onatopp?

Xenia Onatopp: Onatopp.

Caroline: I know what you're doing.

James Bond: Really? What's that, dear?

Caroline: You are just trying to show off the size of your... your um...

James Bond: Engine?

Caroline: Ego.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: [as Bond draws a gun to his head] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimeter. Only three men I know use such a gun. I believe I've killed two of them.

James Bond: Lucky me.

[a gun is pointed at the back of Bond's head]

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: I think not.

James Bond: She always did enjoy a good squeeze.

[first lines]

[Russian in toilet cubicle looks around his newspaper to see Bond hanging from the ceiling]

James Bond: Beg your pardon, forgot to knock.

James Bond: Why?

Alec Trevelyan: Hilarious question, particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes, only to come home: "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."

James Bond: It was the job we were chosen for.

Alec Trevelyan: Of course you'd say that, James Bond, her majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: So why did you not kill me?

James Bond: Call it professional courtesy.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: [Drawing a gun] Then I should extend you the same courtesy.

Q: A typical leather belt, size...

James Bond: Q, I'm familiar with that device.

Natalya Simonova: On the train, when you told him to kill me, and that I meant nothing to you, did you mean it?

James Bond: Yes. Basic rule: always call their bluff.

Jack Wade: Come on, my car's over there.

James Bond: After you.

Jack Wade: Thank you.

[comes up after Jack Wade and traps him with the car door and draws his gun on him]

James Bond: Like you said, "Drop it".

Jack Wade: All right, in London April is a spring month, whereas in St. Petersburg we're freezing our butts off. Is that close enough for government work?

James Bond: No. Show me the rose.

Jack Wade: Please, no.

[Bonds shoves his gun into Wade]

Jack Wade: Alright, alright, alright.

[Wade unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]

James Bond: Muffy?

Jack Wade: Third wife.

James Bond: [as soldiers blow up a door] Shut the door Alec! There's a draft!

Xenia Onatopp: Enjoy it while it lasts.

James Bond: The very words I live by.

Miss Moneypenny: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.

James Bond: Really. What's the penalty for that?

Miss Moneypenny: Someday, you'll have to make good on your innuendos.

James Bond: In London, April's a spring month.

Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it.

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: James Bond. Charming, sophisticated secret agent. "Shaken, but not disturbed."

[Zukovsky and his men laugh]

James Bond: I see you haven't lost your delicate sense of humour, Valentin.

[nods toward the stage]

James Bond: Or your need for an audience. Who's strangling the cat?

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: [looks towards the stage] Strangling a cat?

[Zukovsky looks over at Irina, who singing out of tune, then takes out his gun and shoots right between Bond's legs]

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: That is Irina, my mistress.

James Bond: Very talented girl. Tell her to go.

[Zukovsky looks to the stage]

Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: Irina, take a hike!

James Bond: Hmm, never seen you after hours, Moneypenny... lovely.

Miss Moneypenny: Thank you, James.

James Bond: Out on some kind of fashion assignment, dressing to kill?

Miss Moneypenny: I know you'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentlemen. We went to the theater together.

James Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated.

Alec Trevelyan: You're late, 007.

James Bond: I had to stop in the bathroom.

Alec Trevelyan: Ready to save the world again?

James Bond: After you, 006.

Alec Trevelyan: James, for England.

James Bond: For England, Alec.

Caroline: James, I want you to stop this car!

James Bond: Really?

Caroline: Stop this car at once!

[Bond yanks the handbrake up and the car skids to a complete stop and moves in close to Caoline]

James Bond: As you can see, I have no problem with female authority.

[Opens a box of Bollinger Grand Annee Champagne 1988]

Caroline: James, you're incorrigible. What am I going to do with you?

James Bond: Well, let's toast to your evaluation, shall we?

[Kiss]

James Bond: A very - thorough - evaluation.

Natalya Simonova: Who are you?

James Bond: I work for the British government. The more you tell me the more I can help you.

Jack Wade: Now, let me get this straight Jimmy - you shot him in the leg, you stole his car, you took his girl. And now you want Valentin Zukovsky to set you up with Janus?

James Bond: Yes

Jack Wade: Well what are you going to do, appeal to his heart?

James Bond: No, his wallet.

Jack Wade: Oh, that might work.

James Bond: [after leading her to Janus at gunpoint] Well, I've had a lovely evening, you?

Xenia Onatopp: Once again, Mr. Bond, the pleasure was all yours.

James Bond: You'll understand if I don't call.

Xenia Onatopp: I won't lose sleep over it.

James Bond: [Karate-chops her neck, knocking her unconscious] Sweet dreams.

James Bond: [Bond throws Onatopp off himself] No, no, no. No more foreplay. Take me to Janus.

Xenia Onatopp: BULIATCH!

Natalya Simonova: [Kissing in a field] I suppose there's someone watching.

James Bond: There's no-one within twenty-five miles, believe me.

Jack Wade: [Out of nowhere] Yo, Jimbo!

James Bond: Well, I must say, I've had a lovely evening. You?

Xenia Onatopp: Once again the pleasure was all yours.

[Natalya is trying to find Boris' location while Bond cuts a hole in the floor of the train]

Natalya Simonova: [referring to Boris' password] What else do you call your bottom?

James Bond: What?

Natalya Simonova: It's Boris' password, he plays word games. It's what I sit on but I don't take it with me.

James Bond: Chair.

Natalya Simonova: Like I said.

[Starts tracing Boris' location]

James Bond: [breaking a hole in the train with his foot] Thirty seconds!

Natalya Simonova: He's not in Russia, Germany, Paris, London, Madrid.

James Bond: Twenty-five seconds!

Natalya Simonova: New York, Toronto, Chicago, San Francisco.

James Bond: Twenty seconds!

Natalya Simonova: Mexico City, Rio, Miami.

[Bond breaks a hole in the floor of the train and grabs Natalya by the arm]

James Bond: Come on!

Natalya Simonova: Wait, he's in Cuba. Havana...

[the trace is terminated]

Natalya Simonova: ...No!

James Bond: Now!

[Bond and Natalya escape from the train with seconds to spare before the train explodes]

Q: Now, a typical leather belt... male, size 34 buckle, notch.

[Bond is playing with a computer]

Q: Are you finished?

[Bond closes the laptop]

James Bond: Yes.

Q: Good. A typical leather belt...

[Trevelyan and Ourumov are holding Natalya hostage on the train]

James Bond: Ourumov, what has this Cossack promised you? You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack.

Alec Trevelyan: It's in the past.

James Bond: He'll betray you! Just like everyone else.

General Ourumov: Is this true?

Alec Trevelyan: What's true is that in 48 hours you and I will 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.

[last lines]

Jack Wade: Maybe you two would like to finish debriefing each other at Guantanamo, hmm?

James Bond: You ready?

Natalya Simonova: I'm not going on a helicopter with you. No plane. No train. Nothing that moves.

James Bond: Darling, what could possibly go wrong, eh?

[after 006 kisses Natalya]

Alec Trevelyan: Lovely girl. Tastes like... like strawberries.

James Bond: I wouldn't know.

Alec Trevelyan: I would.

Jack Wade: Are you sure you want to do this? The last guy who dropped in uninvited went home air freight, in very small boxes.

James Bond: Make sure they send me home first class.

James Bond: I'm alone.

Alec Trevelyan: Aren't we all?

Natalya Simonova: Do something, get us out of here!

James Bond: I'm a little tied up! Never mind...

James Bond: What would I ever do without you?

Miss Moneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.

James Bond: Hope springs eternal.

James Bond: The things we do for frequent flyer mileage.

Natalya Simonova: So, tell me. Are there any other standard operating procedures I should be aware of?

James Bond: A thousand. But I only pay them...

[Natalia and James kiss]

James Bond: ...lip service.

James Bond: Governments change. The lies stay the same.

James Bond: You break into the Bank of England via computer, and transfer the money electronically. Just minutes before you set off the GoldenEye, which erases any trace of the transactions. Ingenious.

Alec Trevelyan: Thank you, James.

James Bond: But still, it boils down to petty theft. In the end, you're just a bank robber. Nothing more than a common thief.

Alec Trevelyan: Closing time, James. Last call!

James Bond: Buy me a pint.

James Bond: What words do you live by?

Xenia Onatopp: The trick is to quit while you're still ahead.

James Bond: That's one trick I've never learned. Perhaps you'll show me how it's done.

James Bond: Your accent, Georgian?

Xenia Onatopp: Very good, Mr. Bond. You've been to Russia?

James Bond: Not recently. I used to drop in occasionally. Shoot in and out.

James Bond: After you, Moneypenny.

Miss Moneypenny: No, I insist. You first.

M: So - GoldenEye exist.

James Bond: Yes.

M: What else do we know about the Janus syndicate?

James Bond: Top flight arms dealers headquartered in St. Petersburg. First outfit to restock the Iraqis during the Gulf War. The head man's unreliably described. No photographs. The woman - Onatopp - is our only confirmed contact.

M: Would you care for a drink?

James Bond: Thank you. Your predecessor kept some cognac on the top...

M: I prefer bourbon. Ice?

James Bond: Yes.

Jack Wade: Will you hand me that wrench, Jimmy?

James Bond: So, what do you know about Janus?

Jack Wade: Zilch!

James Bond: Trust me.

Natalya Simonova: Trust you? I don't even know your name.

Alec Trevelyan: Situation analysis: hopeless. You have no backup. No escape route. And I - have the only bargaining chip.

James Bond: Where is she?

Alec Trevelyan: Ah, yes. Your fatal weakness.

[On a Walkie Talkie]

Alec Trevelyan: Ourumov, bring her in.

Natalya Simonova: Don't stand there, get us out of here!

James Bond: Yes sir.

Natalya Simonova: Maybe I should take care of the transportation for our trip to Cuba.

James Bond: Our trip?

Natalya Simonova: Do you know how to disarm the weapon?

James Bond: I suppose that depends on what kind of weapon you're talking about disarming.

Jack Wade: Hello, Jimbo! Well, a little gift from ole, eh, what's his name? T? Z?

James Bond: Q.

Alec Trevelyan: For England, James?

James Bond: No. For me!

[Bond let's go of Trevelyan's foot and Trevelyan falls]

[Jack Wade borrows Bond's BMW]

James Bond: Don't push any of the buttons in that car.

Jack Wade: I'm just gonna go bombing around in it.

James Bond: Exactly.

[Xenia Onatopp approaches James Bond]

James Bond: That's close enough.

Xenia Onatopp: Not for what I have in mind.

James Bond: I like a woman who enjoys pulling rank.

Xenia Onatopp: Nice to meet you - Mr. Bond.

James Bond: The pleasure, I'm sure, was all mine.

Elektra King: I could have given you the world.

James Bond: The world is not enough.

Elektra King: Foolish sentiment.

James Bond: Family motto.

James Bond: Construction isn't exactly my speciality.

M: Quite the opposite, in fact.

James Bond: You're not retiring anytime soon - are you?

Q: Now, pay attention 007. I've always tried to teach you two things. First, never let them see you bleed.

James Bond: And the second?

Q: Always have an escape plan.

Julietta the Cigar Girl: Would you like to check my figures?

James Bond: Oh, I'm sure they're perfectly rounded.

James Bond: You would commit suicide for her?

Renard: You forget. I'm already dead.

James Bond: Haven't you heard? So is she.

James Bond: I've always wanted to have Christmas in Turkey.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Was that a Christmas joke?

James Bond: From me? No. Never.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Is it about time to unwrap your present?

[They Kiss]

[after Q introduces Bond to his successor]

James Bond: If you're Q, does that make him R?

R: Ah yes, the legendary 007 wit, or at least half of it.

James Bond: What business do you have with Elektra King?

Zukovsky: I thought it was *you* who was giving her the business.

Ms. Moneypenny: James! Have you brought me a souvenir from your trip? Chocolates? An engagement ring?

James 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]

James Bond: Oh Moneypenny, the story of our relationship: close, but no cigar.

James Bond: Where's M?

Elektra King: Soon she'll be everywhere.

James Bond: [hands the two-way radio phone to Elektra] Call him off.

[Elektra smirkly smiles and stares at James]

James Bond: I won't ask again. Call him off. CALL HIM OFF!

Elektra King: [talking on her two-way] Renard?

Elektra King: [to Bond] You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.

Renard: [answers on his two-way] Yes?

Elektra King: [talking on her two-way] Dive! Bond...

[Bond shoots Elektra in the chest]

James Bond: I never miss.

James Bond: Expecting Davidov? He caught a bullet instead of the plane. Get off. Keep your mouth shut.

Renard: You can't kill me. I'm already dead.

James Bond: Not dead enough for me.

Renard: You could show a little gratitude. I did spare your life at the banker's office. That's right. I couldn't. You were working for me. You delivered the money, killed King and now you brought me the plane.

James Bond: What's your plan for the bomb?

Renard: You first. Or could it be you don't have a plan?

James Bond: That bomb will never leave this room.

Renard: Neither will you.

[Renard and Bond pause for a moment. At that time, the bomb is being hoisted out of the silo]

Renard: How sad... to be threatened by a man who can't grasp what he's involved in.

James Bond: Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.

Renard: And what do you believe in? Preservation of Capital?

[Renard pulls away from Bond]

Renard: Go ahead. Shoot me. I welcome it. My men will hear the shot and kill you.

James Bond: And the firefight will bring down half the army from above.

Renard: But when a certain phone call isn't made in twenty minutes, Elektra dies.

James Bond: You're bluffing.

Renard: She's beautiful isn't she? You should have had her before, when she was innocent. How does it feel to know that I broke her in for you?

[Bond gets angry and pistol-whips Renard across the forehead. Renard falls to the ground]

James Bond: [as the puts the silencer on his P99] I usually hate killing an unarmed man. Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.

Renard: A man tires of being executed.

James Bond: But in your case, I feel nothing just like you.

Renard: But then again, there's no point living if you can't feel alive?

James Bond: Huh?

[last lines]

James Bond: [in bed with Jones] I was wrong about you.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah? How so?

James Bond: I thought Christmas only comes once a year.

[first lines]

Lachaise: So good of you to come see me, Mr. Bond, particularly on such short notice.

James Bond: If you can't trust a Swiss banker, what's the world come to?

[Zukovzky fixes the "Zukovsky's Finest" logo on his office door]

Zukovsky: There's nothing in this place straight.

[Zukovsky opens the door and is shocked to see Christmas sitting on a couch in his office]

Zukovsky: Who are you, and how did you get in? I'll call security and congratulate them. Drink?

[the office door moves back, and Bond appears holding a guy at gunpoint]

Zukovsky: Can't you just say a hello, like a normal person.

James Bond: [to guy] Get lost.

[the guy heads moves towards the door, and Bond grabs him by the shirt collar]

James Bond: [to guy] No, no, no, no, no. Down the back!

[to Zukovsky]

James Bond: What's your business with Elektra King?

Zukovsky: I thought you were the one giving her the business.

[Bond points his gun at Zukovsky and walks towards him. Zukovsky walks backwards towards the wall]

James Bond: She drops a million dollars in your casino and you don't even blink an eye! What's she paying you off for?

Zukovsky: [to Chistmas] You know, if I were you, a relationship with a man like that, I wouldn't bet on it.

[Bond tackles Zukovsky and shoves him back into a wall-mounted shelf full of caviar. At that moment, the sound of helicopters surround the skies over the caviar factory]

Zukovsky: Five thousand dollars of Beluga, ruined!

James Bond: That's nothing compared to what a twenty megaton nuclear bomb can do!

Zukovsky: What are you talking about?

Dr. Christmas Jones: We had a nuclear bomb stolen this morning!

James Bond: Renard and Elektra King are working together!

Zukovsky: I didn't know!

James Bond: Well what do you know?

Elektra King: You don't take "no" for an answer, do you?

James Bond: No

Elektra King: I hope you know how to ski, then.

James Bond: I came prepared for a cold reception.

Lachaise: I'm giving you the opportunity to walk out with the money, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: I'm giving you the opportunity to walk out with your life.

[a helicopter slices Bond's BMW in half]

James Bond: Q's not gonna like this!

James Bond: Elektra, this is a game I can't afford to play.

Dr. Christmas Jones: The world's greatest terrorist running around with six kilos of weapons-grade plutonium can't be good. I gotta get it back, or someone's gonna have my ass.

James Bond: First things first.

James Bond: Expecting Davidov? He caught a bullet, instead of the plane.

Renard: You can't kill me, I'm already dead.

James Bond: Oh yeah, not dead enough for me.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Wait a minute. Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?

James Bond: What do I need to defuse a nuclear bomb?

Dr. Christmas Jones: Me.

[Colonel Akakievich and Christmas storm in]

Colonel Akakievich: [to Bond] Hey! Drop the gun!

James Bond: Keep away, Colonel!

Dr. Christmas Jones: He's an imposter. Doctor Arkov is sixty-three years old.

James Bond: [about Renard and his men] This is your imposter, along with the men outside in the plane. They're stealing the bomb.

[Colonel Akakievich picks up an rifle and loads it]

Colonel Akakievich: I said drop it!

[Bond drops the PPK. Renard gets up off the floor]

Colonel Akakievich: [to Bond] On your knees!

[One of Renard's men removes a card from the bomb]

Renard: [Speaks Russian] Well done.

[about Bond]

Renard: He would have killed us all.

[Takes a photograph from Christams's hand]

Renard: This is Peter?

Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, but he's no atomic scientist.

Renard: [to Akakievich] I suppose you were the one who let him down.

[Renard shoves the photograph at Akakievich and walks towards Bond]

Renard: [to Bond] You had me. But i know you couldn't...

[Renard squeezes Bond's left shoulder. Bond groans with pain]

Renard: ...shoulder the responsibility.

[Renard lets go of Bond's shoulder and starts walking towards the silo entrance]

Renard: [to Akakievich] Now, without any further interruptions, lets proceed.

Colonel Akakievich: Nyet! There are too many new faces around here, including yours. The bomb doesn't move until I am satisfied.

[to the terrorists]

Colonel Akakievich: Hey, all of you, to the surface, now!

[Renard's men open fire at Akakievich's men]

James Bond: Molly, I need a clean bill of health. You have to clear me for duty.

Dr. Molly Warmflash: James. That wouldn't really b...

James Bond: Ethical?

Dr. Molly Warmflash: Practical. Smart.

James Bond: Well let's just... skirt the issue, shall we?

[Bond removes Warmflash's skirt]

Dr. Molly Warmflash: You'd have to promise to call me...

James Bond: Oh yes.

[squeezes his shoulder that has been injured]

Dr. Molly Warmflash: ...this time.

James Bond: Whatever the doctor orders.

[They kiss]

[after M arrived at the pipleine control centre, Bond and M go into a nearby room]

M: I Want an update. Where do we stand?

James Bond: [giving M the locator card] One of Renard's men removed a locator card from the bomb, so we can't track it. But...

M: [cutting Bond off] But what?

James Bond: With all due respect, I don't think you should be here.

M: May I remind you that YOU'RE the reason I'm here, Double-Oh-Seven. You disobeyed a direct order and left that girl alone.

James Bond: Perhaps that girl isn't as innocent as you think.

M: What are you saying?

James Bond: Supposed the inside man, the one who switched King's lapel pin, turned out to be an inside woman.

[M pauses for a moment]

M: She kills her father and attacks her own pipeline? Why? To what end?

James Bond: I don't know. Yet.

Dr. Christmas Jones: What's the story with you and Elektra?

James Bond: We're strictly plutonic, now.

James Bond: Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.

[to Renard]

James Bond: I usually hate killing an unarmed man. Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.

James Bond: She's waiting for you.

James Bond: [to Bull in regards to his gold teeth] I see you put your money where your mouth is.

James Bond: I suppose we all have to pay the piper sometime. Right, Q?

Q: Oh, pipe down, 007!

James Bond: Was it something I said?

Q: No, something you destroyed. My fishing boat! For my retirement, away from you!

James Bond: Give me the name.

Lachaise: I can't do that.

James Bond: [pointing his gun to Lachaise] Let's count to three. You can do that, can't you?

James Bond: [about the bomb in the pipeline] You've defused hundreds of these, right?

Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, but they're usually standing still.

James Bond: Yes, well, life is full of small challenges.

[having shot down a glider]

James Bond: See you back at the lodge. Heh.

Elektra King: M told me she was sending someone, Mr.?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

M: I thought we had time on our side.

James Bond: You used the girl as bait.

M: Yes.

Bill Tanner: He was operating in Moscow in 1996. Pyongyang, North Korea before that. And he's been spotted in Afghanistan, Bosnia, Iraq, Iran, Beirut and Cambodia.

James Bond: All the romantic vacation spots.

Elektra King: You ski very well, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: You seem to enjoy being chased. Probably happens all the time.

Elektra King: Less often than you might think.

Elektra King: I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!

James Bond: Elektra!

Elektra King: I can't breathe!

James Bond: Elektra! Look at me. Look at me! Look at my eyes. Look at my eyes. Look at my eyes! - You're alright. Everything's alright. Trust me. Okay?

James Bond: Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Zukovsky: Bond! James Bond! Meet Nina and Verushka.

James Bond: Loose the girls, Valentin. We need to talk.

Elektra King: And what about you? What do you do to survive?

James Bond: I take pleasure - and great beauty.

Dr. Christmas Jones: So, you're a British spy. Do you have a name?

James Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

[Bond and Christmas emerge from the ruptured pipeline]

James Bond: [to Christmas as she emerges from the pipeline] Come on, give me your hand. Jump, jump, jump.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Do you wanna explain why you did that? I could have stopped that bomb! You almost killed us!

James Bond: I DID kill us! She thinks we're dead and she thinks she got away with it!

Dr. Christmas Jones: Do you wanna put that in English for those of us who don't speak spy. Who's she?

James Bond: Elektra King.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Well, why would she blow up her own pipeline?

James Bond: It makes her look innocent. The explosion covers up the theft of the plutonium. And they make it look like a terrorist attack.

Dr. Christmas Jones: [takes a tin of plutonium out of her bag] But why leave this half?

James Bond: So there's enough to spread around to cover up for the part that they did take

Dr. Christmas Jones: But what are they gonna do with the other half? Its not enough to make a nuclear bomb.

James Bond: You're the scientist. You tell me?

Dr. Christmas Jones: I don't know. But the world's greatest terrorist running around with 6 kilos of weapons-grade plutonium can't be good. I have to get it back. Or somebody's gonna have my ass.

James Bond: First things first.

[talks into the two-way radio attatched to his belt]

James Bond: Bond to Robinson, do you copy?

Dr. Christmas Jones: By the way, before we go any further, I just want to know. What's the story with you and Elektra?

James Bond: We're stictly plutonic, now.

[into two-way]

James Bond: Bond to Robinson, copy?

James Bond: [to Chrismas] What's your story? What are you doing here in Kazakhstan?

Dr. Christmas Jones: Avoiding those kind of questions just like you.

Robinson: [from two way] I read you, Double-Oh-Seven. Red Alert. M is missing with Elektra, three men down. Await instructions. Out.

Dr. Christmas Jones: What do we do now?

James Bond: There's one critical element here I may have overlooked.

Dr. Christmas Jones: What, more plutonium?

James Bond: No. Beluga caviar.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Are You here for a reason, or are you just hoping for a glimmer?

James Bond: [With a bad Russian accent] Mikhail Arkov, Russian atomic energy department,

[Hands her the transport documents]

James Bond: and you are miss?

Dr. Christmas Jones: Doctor Jones. Christmas Jones, and don't tell me any jokes, I've heard them all.

James Bond: I don't know any doctor jokes.

Dr. Christmas Jones: [after looking at the transport documents] Here, they're okay, you can take the elevator, your friends are already down there.

James Bond: Do I get some type of protection?

Dr. Christmas Jones: What is down there is just weapons-grade plutonium. It's completely safe.

[Seeing Bond walking away]

Dr. Christmas Jones: Oh, doctor, aren't you forgetting something?

[Points to a board with badges on it]

James Bond: Yes, of course.

Dr. Christmas Jones: By the way.

[In Russian]

Dr. Christmas Jones: Your English is very good for a Russian.

James Bond: [In Russian] I studied at Oxford.

Terroist: Do you bring it? The grease!

James Bond: Of course...

[hands him a bag, he pulls out some sports shoes]

Terrorist: Excellent.

[last lines]

[Bond and Anya are discovered making love]

M: 007!

General Anatol Gogol: XXX!

Sir Frederick Gray, Minister of Defence: Bond! What do you think you're doing?

James Bond: Keeping the British end up, sir.

Q: Right. Now pay attention, 007. I want you to take great care of this equipment. There are one or two rather special accessories...

James Bond: Q, have I ever let you down?

Q: Frequently.

James Bond: Which bullet has my name on it? The first or the last?

Major Anya Amasova: I have never failed on a mission, Commander. Any mission.

James Bond: In that case, Major, one of us is bound to end up gravely disappointed, because neither have I.

[the motorcycle henchmen flies off a cliff in a cloud of feathers]

James Bond: All those feathers and he still can't fly!

Log Cabin Girl: But James, I need you!

James Bond: So does England!

James Bond: He just dropped in for a quick bite.

James Bond: [Sandor is barely holding onto Bond's necktie while dangling over the roof of a building] Where's Fekkesh?

Sandor: Pyramids!

[Bond knocks Sandor's hand away, he falls to his death]

James Bond: [straightens his tie] What a helpful chap.

James Bond: Don't you miss the outside world?

Stromberg: For me, this is all the world. There is beauty... there is ugliness... and there is death.

Sheikh Hoseim: Can I persuade you to accept a bed for the night?

[Claps his hands once]

James Bond: That's kind of you Hoseim, but I really feel like -

[turns and notices a harem girl walking towards him]

Sheikh Hoseim: Are you, eh, quite sure I can't persuade you to stay the night?

James Bond: When one is in Egypt, one should delve deeply into its treasures.

Major Anya Amasova: Where is Fekkesh?

James Bond: With the pharaohs.

James Bond: [Amasova has just used a Bond car gadget to kill an enemy] How did you know about that?

Major Anya Amasova: I stole the plans to this car two years ago.

Major Anya Amasova: The man I loved. He was in Austria 3 weeks ago. Did you kill him?

James Bond: When someone's behind you on skis at 40 miles per hour trying to put a bullet in your back, you don't always have time to remember a face. In our business, Anya, people get killed. We both know that. So did he. It was either him or me. The answer to the question is yes. I did kill him.

Major Anya Amasova: Then, when this mission is over, I will kill you.

Hotel Receptionist: I have a message for you.

James Bond: I think you just delivered it.

Major Anya Amasova: You don't have to worry about me, Mr. Bond. I went on a surviving course in Siberia.

James Bond: Yes, I believe a great number of your countrymen do. What did they teach you?

Major Anya Amasova: That it's very important - to have a positive - mental - attitude.

James Bond: Nothing more practical than that?

Major Anya Amasova: Food is also very important.

James Bond: Mm-hmm. What else?

Major Anya Amasova: When necessary, shared - bodily - warmth.

James Bond: That's the part I like.

[Kiss and embrace]

James Bond: Your time is running out, Stromberg!

Stromberg: Yours too, Mr. Bond. Yours too. And faster than you think.

James Bond: Oh, by the way, thanks for deserting me back there.

Major Anya Amasova: Every woman for herself, remember?

James Bond: Still, you did save my life.

Major Anya Amasova: We all make mistakes, Mr. Bond.

Major Anya Amasova: What happened to Kalba?

James Bond: He was cut off - permanently.

James Bond: Then how about a nightcap on the company? My company.

Captain Carter: That armour plating must be inches thick. We'll never get through it!

James Bond: Come on, let's go to the armoury.

Captain Carter: The armoury? What do you expect to find there?

James Bond: A nuclear missile!

[being endlessly pursued by Stromberg's villains]

James Bond: You ever get the feeling that somebody doesn't like you?

Major Anya Amasova: Commander James Bond, recruited to the British Secret Service from the Royal Navy. License to kill and has done so on numerous occasions. Many lady friends but married only once. Wife killed...

James Bond: [interrupts her] Alright, you've made your point.

Major Anya Amasova: You're sensitive, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: About some things.

James Bond: [after detaining Jaws with a huge magnet] How does that grab you?

James Bond: Where's Anya?

Stromberg: Well, well... a British agent in love with a Russian agent. Détente, indeed.

Barman: Yes, sir?

James Bond: The lady will have a - Bacardi on the rocks.

Major Anya Amasova: For the gentleman, vodka martini - shaken, not stirred.

James Bond: Touché.

Captain Carter: [as James is removing the warhead to a nuclear missile] James, are you sure you know what you're doing?

James Bond: Well, there has to be a first time for everything.

Felicca: If there is anything that you would like? Anything at all?

James Bond: Well, I had lunch; but, I seem to have missed dessert.

[Embrace and kiss]

Major Anya Amasova: You're not trying to take advantage of me, are you?

James Bond: [Sarcastically] The thought never crossed my mind.

James Bond: Mmm, maybe I misjudged Stromberg. Any man who drinks Dom Perignon '52 can't be all bad.

James Bond: The printout transmission unit, can you work it?

Captain Carter: Well sure, but James we've only got three minutes!

James Bond: [in the Lotus Esprit, just before destroying one of Stromberg's helicopters with a missile] It's time we said goodbye to an uninvited guest.

James Bond: Mr. Kalba, my name is Bond, James Bond.

Max Kalba: What of it?

James Bond: [Bond, posing as a marine biologist, examines a model of Atlantis] An underwater city. Well, everyone needs to have their dreams.

Stromberg: No dream, Mr. Sterling. Soon a reality.

[while making love]

Major Anya Amasova: But James, what will our superiors say?

James Bond: They're never going to know.

James Bond: Mr. Fekkesh is expecting me. I phoned him.

Felicca: He asked me to give you a message. He will be a little late.

James Bond: May I ask where he is?

Felicca: Mr. Fekkesh asked me to entertain you while you are waiting.

James Bond: Oh, really?

James Bond: Where is Fekkesh?

Felicca: You are very suspicious, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Oh, I find I live much longer that way.

James Bond: What an unexpected pleasure. Welcome to the Mujaba Club. May I buy you a drink, Major Amasova - or may I call you XXX.

Major Anya Amasova: So, you know who I am.

James Bond: You made quite an impression.

Major Anya Amasova: Goodbye, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Well, let's say "au revoir". I have the honest feeling we'll be meeting again sometime.

James Bond: You have something I'm interested in buying.

Major Anya Amasova: Just a moment. I would like to bid for it too. You forgot your drink, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Thank you. Na zdorovje.

Max Kalba: It seems you have competition, Mr. Bond. And from where I sit, I fancy you will find the lady's figure - hard to match.

Major Anya Amasova: Make no mistake, Mr. Bond, I *want* that microfilm and I'm going to get it.

James Bond: Unless I get it first.

Major Anya Amasova: It's getting cold.

James Bond: I say, anything I can do to warm you up?

James Bond: Silly, isn't it. We can't talk and yet we're in the same business.

Major Anya Amasova: But with rival companies.

James Bond: We're not rivals at the moment.

James Bond: You have a reservation for me. The name is Sterling.

Hotel Receptionist: Ah, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Sterling, booked from Cairo.

James Bond: That's right.

Hotel Receptionist: We have Suite A5 for you. A sitting room - and two bedrooms.

James Bond: [to Anya] Moneypenny being a little over efficient.

James Bond: We don't make mistakes of that sort.

Major Anya Amasova: You sound just like a Russian.

James Bond: In my country, Major, the condemned man is usually allowed a final request.

Major Anya Amasova: Granted.

James Bond: Let's get out of these wet things.

James Bond: He's on our records. A professional killer.

Major Anya Amasova: Called Jaws.

[after structure falls on Jaws]

James Bond: Egyptian builders.

[Anya trying to shift gears]

James Bond: Can you play any other tune?

[a camera globe moves through the holding bay, examining the USS Wayne crew]

James Bond: [to Anya] Don't look up. You're on Candid Camera.

Q: Good morning 007.

James Bond: Morning Q.

Q: Mission successful?

James Bond: On and off.

James Bond: [Bond walks into a Greek Confessional Booth] Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Q: [Removing disguise] That's putting it mildly, 007!

Q: Your signal sent Whitehall into shock. So far, we have managed to locate 439 St. Cyril's in Greece. Heaven only knows to which one Kristatos took the ATAC.

James Bond: I know a well-informed person to contact about that, Q.

James Bond: The Chinese have a saying; "Before setting off on revenge, you first dig *two* graves"!

Melina: I don't expect you to understand, you're English, but I'm half Greek and Greek women like Elektra always avenge their loved ones!

Bibi: Him? He thinks I'm still a virgin.

James Bond: Yes. Well, you get your clothes on... and I'll buy you an ice cream.

James Bond: You left this with Ferrara, I believe.

[kicks the car, making it fall from the mountain and therefore killing Locque]

James Bond: He had no head for heights.

[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]

Columbo: You may need this.

[returns Bond's pistol to him]

Columbo: I'm a good judge of man. You have what the Greeks call "thrausos" - guts!

James Bond: [points his gun at Columbo] So have you, Mister Columbo.

James Bond: I love a drive in the country. Don't you...?

James Bond: Courage is no match for an unfriendly shoe, Countess...

Bibi: That's a laugh. Everyone knows it builds up muscle tone.

James Bond: Well, how about you build up a little more muscle tone by putting on your clothes?

Bibi: Don't you like me?

James Bond: [wearily] Why, I think you're wonderful, Bibi... But I don't think your uncle Aris would approve.

Bibi: [scoffs] Him? He thinks I'm still a virgin.

James Bond: Yes, well...

[to Gen. Gogol, after throwing the ATAC system over a cliff]

James Bond: That's detente, comrade; *You* don't have it, *I* don't have it.

[Gen. Gogol laughs]

Melina: You know what I'd like?

James Bond: I can't imagine.

Melina: A moonlight swim.

Frederick Gray: [Calling on Bond's wristwatch phone] 007, are you there? Bond? Bond? Bond, are you there? Bond?

Melina: [to Bond] For your eyes only, darling.

[Melina drops her robe to the ground leaving her completely naked]

James Bond: [after mauling Bond with kisses] Don't you ever come up for air?

Bibi: That's why I'll win the gold medal. Breath control.

James Bond: Yes, well... you can't lose!

[first lines]

Vicar: Mr. Bond, Mr. Bond. I'm so glad I caught you. Your office called. They're sending a helicopter to pick you up. Some sort of emergency.

James Bond: It usually is. Thank you.

James Bond: [after the ski chase] I took the scenic route.

James Bond: A nose, Q, not a banana.

[to Blofeld]

James Bond: All right, keep your hair on!

[to Melinda, who drives the Citroën 2CV]

James Bond: Take the low road!

[Melinda steers to the right and the 2CV hits a curve and literally tips over, ending up on its roof]

James Bond: Not that low!

James Bond: What did Columbo whisper to you at the restaurant?

Countess: That you were a spy, and to find out more about you.

James Bond: And have you?

Countess: Have I *ever*.

Tanner: You were supposed to question Gonzales, not let Miss Havelock perforate him!

James Bond: I quite agree, sir.

Frederick Gray: I'm afraid we have to inform the Prime Minister that Operation Undertow is dead in the water. Why... she'll have our guts for garters!

Kristatos: The odds favour standing *pat*...

James Bond: *If* you play the odds!

James Bond: Now, if we could identify that 'someone'...

Tanner: Why don't you try the identigraph?

Frederick Gray: Mmm!

James Bond: Yes, sir.

Tanner: Well get cracking, 007!

Frederick Gray: Mmm!

James Bond: [Bewildered] Minister...

James Bond: I'm afraid we're being out-horse-powered!

Columbo: Cheers!

James Bond: Yasso!

James Bond: [after a shark swims past them] I hope he was dining alone!

James Bond: Oh, by the way, we haven't been properly introduced, Melina. My name is Bond, James Bond.

Ferrara: Ferrara.

James Bond: Bond, James Bond.

Ferrara: Luigi.

James Bond: If I don't report in by tomorrow, not only will my people, but the entire Greek police, will come down on you like a load of bricks.

Columbo: By tomorrow, we'll be good friends. Let us drink to that.

James Bond: I'll wait until tomorrow.

Columbo: [after playing the recorded conversation of Kristatos and Bond] I'm here, Mr. Bond of the British Secret Service. But I'll tell you it is Kristatos you want, NOT me. He told you about himself. He's the one with the powerful connections. Locque works for him, not me. I smuggle, yes. I smuggle gold, diamonds, cigarettes, pistachio nuts... but no heroin.

Columbo: Sit down. That I leave to him. When he is not too busy working for Russia, against my country and yours.

James Bond: My country awarded him the King's Medal.

Columbo: Yes, I know. But other people died for it. During the fighting in Crete, he was a double agent. King's Medal. Ha. I would laugh if my heart was not so heavy about my poor Lisl.

James Bond: What does Kristatos gain by setting you up?

Columbo: Well, I know too much about him. He wants me out of the way. By using a British agent to do his dirty work for him, your government might give him another medal.

James Bond: Why should I believe you?

Columbo: I'll prove it to you tonight. We'll go together to his warehouse in Albania. Okay?

James Bond: If I don't report in by morning, not only my people, but the entire Greek police will be down on you Iike a load of bricks.

Columbo: Don't worry. By tomorrow, we'll be good friends. Let us drink to that.

James Bond: I'll wait till tomorrow.

Columbo: [Handing Bond back his gun] You may need this. I'm a good judge of men. Mr. Bond, you have what the Greeks call tha'ros. Guts.

James Bond: So have you, Mr. Columbo.

Columbo: Cheers.

Miss Moneypenny: James!

James Bond: Moneypenny, a feast for my eyes!

Miss Moneypenny: What about the rest of you?

James Bond: Well, I was going to get around to that.

Tanner: 007, try not to muck it up again.

James Bond: I'll do my best, sir.

James Bond: Don't they have showers at the ice rink? How did you get in here?

Bibi: [Gets into Bond's bed] One of the porter's is a fan. He'll do anything for me. And I'll do anything for you.

James Bond: Well, I'm exceedingly flattered, Bibi. But you're in training.

Bibi: That's a laugh. Everybody knows it builds up muscle tone.

Bibi: There's Eric Kriegler!

James Bond: The East German champion?

Bibi: Isn't he beautiful?

James Bond: You know something, Bibi, you're fickle.

Greek Casino Waiter: Apéritif, please?

James Bond: Ouzo for me, please.

James Bond: This may be an opportunity.

Kristatos: This may be a trap.

James Bond: If you play the odds.

James Bond: Allow me. May I drive you home?

Countess: No. Thank you. I'll take a taxi.

James Bond: No courage? Seriously, you may have a job finding one this time of night.

Countess: Well, you look like a gentleman. Why not?

James Bond: May I call on you tomorrow, Countess?

Countess: I'm a night person. I have champagne and oysters in the fridge. Why not come in for a bite?

Countess: [Raises her champagne glass] Cheers!

James Bond: Bottom's up.

Countess: Whoops! Me nighty's slipping.

James Bond: So is your accent, Countess. Manchester?

Countess: Close, Liverpool.

Melina: I didn't think it would end like this.

James Bond: We're not dead yet. Hold tight.

James Bond: The Chinese have a saying: "When setting out on revenge, you first dig two graves".

Melina: I didn't expect you to understand, you're English. But I'm Half-Greek. And Greek Women, like Electra, always avenge their loved ones.

Solitaire: [Kananga has just died from the gas pellet shoved in his mouth] Where's Kananga?

James Bond: He always did have an inflated opinion of himself.

Rosie Carver: [James and Rosie lying on a picnic blanket kissing] Oh, James. Ooh you don't know what finding you has meant to me.

James Bond: Oh I can imagine. And you've no idea what finding this has meant to me.

[James shows her a Queen of Cups tarot card that Solitiare sent him]

James Bond: You do know what the Queen of Cups means in an upside down position? A deceitful, perverse woman. A liar, a cheat, and I'd like some answers now.

Rosie Carver: Please... uh... You don't understand, sir. They'll kill me if I do.

James Bond: [James Bond produces his gun and points it at Rosie] And I'll kill you if you don't.

Rosie Carver: But you couldn't. You wouldn't. Not after what we just done.

James Bond: Well, I certainly wouldn't have killed you before.

M: I'm sure the over-burdened British taxpayer would be fascinated to know how its Special Ordinances section disperses its funds. In future, Commander, let me suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker just down the street.

[Bond activates the watch magnet, drawing to it M's spoon]

M: Good God!

James Bond: You see, sir. By pulling out this button, it turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field. Powerful enough to even deflect the path of a bullet - at long range, or so Q claims...

M: I feel very tempted to test that theory right now!

Tee-Hee: [leaving Bond stranded on an island surrounded by crocodiles] There are two ways to disable a crocodile you know.

James Bond: I... don't suppose you'd care to share that information with me?

Tee-Hee: One way is to take a pencil, and jam it into the pressure hole behind his eye.

James Bond: And the other?

Tee-Hee: Oh the other's twice as simple. You just put your hand in his mouth... and pull his teeth out! Heh, heh!

[as Bond unzips Miss Caruso's dress with the magnet in his watch]

Miss Caruso: Such a delicate touch.

James Bond: Sheer magnetism, darling.

[after Bond and Solitaire narrowly escape from Mr. Big's henchmen]

James Bond: Now where would you like to go?

[Solitaire lays down on a cot]

Solitaire: Anywhere where we can find one of these.

Cab driver: Hey, you know where you're goin', man?

James Bond: Uptown, I believe?

Cab driver: Uptown? You headed into Harlem, man!

James Bond: Well you just stay on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra twenty in it for you.

Cab driver: Hey man, for twenty bucks I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!

James Bond: Same time tomorrow, Mrs. Bell?

Rosie Carver: There's a...

James Bond: Oh, a snake. I forgot, I should have told you. You should never go in there without a mongoose.

Solitaire: [She has just beaten James at Gin Rummy] James, what are you doing?

James Bond: Just testing an old adage: "Unlucky at cards..."

[last lines]

[Bond removes prosthetic arm from train window]

Solitaire: Now what are you doing?

James Bond: Just being disarming, darling.

James Bond: [When Tee-Hee is unable to undo James Bond's wrist watch with his metal arm] Butter hook!

James Bond: Black Queen on the red King, Miss...

Solitaire: Solitaire.

James Bond: My name's Bond, James Bond.

Solitaire: I know who you are, what you are, and why you've come. You have made a mistake. You will not succeed.

James Bond: [exchanging his gun with Whisper for a drink] Keep the change.

Mr. Big: [to his men] Is *this* the stupid mutha that tailed you uptown?

James Bond: There seems to be some mistake. My name is...

Mr. Big: Names is for tombstones, baby! Y'all take this honky out and waste him! Now!

[Bond has just explained the first two Lover's Lessons to Solitaire]

Solitaire: Is there time before we leave, for lesson number 3?

James Bond: [undressing] Absolutely. There's no sense going out half-cocked.

Mr. Big: I got my own plans for you, baby. But, first, there's one little question that he wants answered for him.

James Bond: In that case, you better ship me back to the island and let him ask in person. I'm not in the habit of giving answers to... lackeys.

Mr. Big: You damn lucky you got an ear left to hear the question with! Which is, did you mess with that?

[pointing to Solitaire's breasts]

James Bond: That's between Solitaire and myself... and Kanaga. I'll tell him when I see him.

Mr. Big: You ain't gonna see the sunlight unless you answer me!

James Bond: [sarcastic] Oh, I had no idea that you are so frightened of him!

Mr. Big: Did you touch her?

James Bond: [firmly] WHEN I see Kananga!

Mr. Big: Right!

[as Kananga reveals himself from a latex mask]

James Bond: Quite revealing!

[after finding the hat in the cabin, Rosie looks fearful, but James tries to console her]

James Bond: Don't worry darling, its just a small hat, belonging to a man of limited means, who lost a fight with a chicken.

Rosie Carver: It's a warning! GET IT OUT OF HERE!

[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.

Mr. Big: What shall we drink to, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: [as the overweight Whisper approaches with drinks] Well, how about an earthquake?

Whisper: [barely audible] Your champagne, sir.

James Bond: What?

Whisper: [slightly louder] Your champagne!

James Bond: [takes a moment to realize what Whisper's saying] Oh! Just put it on the table over there, will you?

Whisper: [whispering] Shall I open it?

James Bond: Hmm?

Whisper: [louder] Shall I open it?

James Bond: Oh, no, I can take care of that.

[hands Whisper money]

Whisper: Thank you.

[during the tense interrogation scene over Solitaire]

Kananga: Solitaire... my dear. I need you to listen to me very carefully. On the back of Mr. Bond's wristwatch, the registration number is 3266. Do I speak the truth?

[after a tense moment, Solitaire carefully lifts up a tarot card and looks at it]

Solitaire: [nervous] You speak the truth.

[there is another long and tense pause as Kananga glares at Solitaire then back at Bond with his back turned. Not reacting or even blinking, Kananga gesters a command to Tee-Hee who removes his metal claw from Mr. Bond's right hand and also removes his restraints. A relieved Bond stands up from his chair as Kananga, still quiet, tosses his wristwatch back to Bond who puts it back on]

James Bond: Well, if there's nothing else I guess I've laid your fears to rest. My compliments on a splended operation. There is one thing however that...

[suddenly and without warning Tee-Hee knocks out Bond with his prosthetic metal arm. Whisper then walks in from another room]

Kananga: Whisper, take him to the farm.

[Tee-Hee walks out and Whisper, picking up the unconscious Bond, leaves the room, leaving Kananga and Solitaire alone]

James Bond: Harold Stutter, CIA, where were you when I didn't need you?

Harold Strutter: Quite obvious you weren't getting out front, not even with that clever disguise you're wearing.

James Bond: Huh?

Harold Strutter: White face in Harlem. Good thinkin' Bond. Let's get outta here.

James Bond: I'm surprised they didn't spot you, too. There's a most remarkable girl back there with a deck of cards.

Harold Strutter: I saw those cards on the way up. Spades, James, every one. You were nailed the minute you left 74.

James Bond: Voodooland was just poppy fields. A simple matter of heroin smuggling.

James Bond: Are you sure this is the way to New Orleans?

Cab driver: I don't know! But, it shore beats the hell outta Harlem. Don't it? Well, hello, Jim! What's happenin', baby? Just ease back now, Jim. Relax! Mr. Big wants to see you.

James Bond: Miss Moneypenny, thank you.

Moneypenny: Goodbye, James. Or, should I say - Ciao, bello!

James Bond: Room service, this is Mr. Bond, bungalow 12. I'd like a bottle of Bollinger, please. Slightly chilled. Two glasses.

Rosie Carver: Oh, I should have never gotten into any of this! I'm going to be completely useless to you.

James Bond: Well, I'm sure we'll be able to lick you into shape.

Solitaire: I've lost it! The high priestess, his wife to the prince no longer of this world. The spiritual bridge to the secret church. Is my fate. By compelling me to earthly love, the gods themselves have taken away my powers.

James Bond: Darling, I've got a small confession to make now. Try not to be too upset. The deck was slightly stacked to my favor.

Solitaire: It makes no difference. The physical violation cannot be undone.

James Bond: All I have to do before we leave is - what goes on back there in voodooland.

James Bond: Bourbon, no ice, please.

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

Kananga: The question still stands, Mr. Bond, asked by the gentleman concerned - did you touch her?

James Bond: Well, its not the sort of question a gentleman answers.

James Bond: Quite ingenious. A sort of junkies welfare system.

Kananga: Well, mainly until the number of addicts in the country has doubled, shall we say. Then I will begin to market that acreage that you blundered into the other day. That heroin will be very expensive, in deed. Later myself and the phone company will be the only the two going monopolies in this nation - for *years* to come.

James Bond: And I thought it was Solitaire that did the fortune telling.

James Bond: Oh, an underground monorail - connected to the last refugee of a scoundrel, no doubt.

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's first scene, winning a game of chemin-de-fer]

James Bond: I admire your courage, Miss...?

Sylvia Trench: Trench. Sylvia Trench. I admire your luck, Mr...?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

[Professor Dent tries to kill Bond, but his gun is out of bullets]

James Bond: That's a Smith & Wesson, and you've had your six.

[shoots Dent twice]

Dr. No: The Americans are fools. I offered my services, they refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay for their mistake.

James Bond: World domination. The same old dream. Our asylums are full of people who think they're Naploeon. Or God.

Miss Moneypenny: James! Where have you been? I've been searching all over London for you.

[Picks up phone]

Miss Moneypenny: 007 is here sir.

[Slaps Bond's hand away from the papers on her desk]

James Bond: Moneypenny! What gives?

Miss Moneypenny: Me, given an ounce of encouragement. You've never taken me to dinner looking like this. You've never taken me to dinner...

James Bond: I would, you know. Only "M" would have me court-martialed for... illegal use of government property.

Miss Moneypenny: Flattery will get you nowhere - but don't stop trying.

Dr. No: I'm a member of SPECTRE.

James Bond: SPECTRE?

Dr. No: SPECTRE. Special Executive for Counter Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power headed by the greatest brains in the world.

James Bond: Correction, criminal brains.

Dr. No: The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be.

Sylvia Trench: When did you say you had to leave?

James Bond: Immediately... almost immediately.

James Bond: Good evening, sir.

M: It happens to be 3 a.m. When do you sleep, 007?

James Bond: Never on the firm's time, sir.

James Bond: Don't worry. I'm not supposed to be here either. Are you alone?

Honey Ryder: What are you doing here? Are you looking for shells?

James Bond: No, I'm just looking.

Honey Ryder: Stay where you are.

James Bond: I promise you, I won't steal your shells.

Honey Ryder: I promise you, you won't either.

[Bond moves closer. Honey pulls out her dagger]

Honey Ryder: Stay where you are!

James Bond: I can assure you, my intentions are strictly honorable.

Dr. No: [to Bond] I was curious to see what kind of man you were. I thought there may be even a place for you with SPECTRE.

James Bond: I'm flattered. I'd prefer the Revenge department. Of course, my first job would be finding the man who killed Strangways and Quarrel.

James Bond: Tell me Miss Trench, do you play any other games?

[Showing prisoners Bond and Honey around their cell]

Sister Lily: Don't hesitate to ring if there's anything else you want. Anything at all.

James Bond: Two air tickets to London?

[Honey describes how she killed the man who had raped her]

Honey Ryder: I put a black widow spider underneath his mosquito net... a female, they're the worst. It took him a whole week to die.

[Bond looks shocked]

Honey Ryder: Did I do wrong?

James Bond: Well, it wouldn't do to make a habit of it.

James Bond: Tell me, does the toppling of American missiles really compensate for having no hands?

James Bond: One takes cyanide, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people?

[Bond pulls up to the front of Government House with a dead man sitting up in the backseat]

James Bond: Sergeant, make sure he doesn't get away.

Honey Ryder: How can you eat at a time like this?

James Bond: I'm hungry. We don't know when we'll get the chance to eat again. Here, take this.

James Bond: [whispering] Careful. The whole place is probably wired for sound.

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.

[Bond admires a huge aquarium. Dr. No enters]

Dr. No: One million dollars, Mr. Bond. You were wondering what it cost.

James Bond: As a matter of fact, I was.

James Bond: Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I'm a very nervous passenger.

Miss Taro: What should I say to an invitation from a strange gentleman?

James Bond: You should say yes.

Miss Taro: [shaking her head] I should say maybe.

Construction Worker: [Hearse chasing Bond drives off a cliff] How did it happen?

James Bond: I think they were on their way to a funeral.

Dr. No: That's a Dom Perignon '55, it would be a pity to break it

James Bond: I prefer the '53 myself...

Major Boothroyd: [to M, referring to Bond's Beretta] Nice and light... in a lady's handbag.

M: Any comment, 007?

James Bond: I disagree, sir. I've carried the Beretta for ten years, and I've never missed with it.

M: No, but it jameed on you last job, and you spent six months in hospital in consequence. When you carry a 00 number, you have a license to kill, not get killed. Furthermore, since I've been head of MI7

[sic - MI6]

M: there's been a forty percent drop in casualties, and I want to keep it that way. From now on you carry the Walther... unless you'd rather return to standard intelligence duties.

James Bond: No sir, I would not.

M: [to Boothroyd] Show him, Armourer.

Major Boothroyd: [to Bond] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimeter, with a delivery like a brick through a plate-glass window. The American CIA swear by them.

James Bond: [Bond has overpowered Mr Jones on an isolated road] Now talk!

Jones: [Breathlessly] Alright! Let me have a cigarette.

Jones: [Bond gives him the packet of cigarettes. Jones starts gasping for air. Bond grabs him] To hell with you!

Dr. No: [about his aquarium] The glass is convex, 10 inches thick, which accounts for the magnifying effect.

James Bond: Minnows pretending they're whales. Just like you on this island, Dr. No.

Dr. No: It depends, Mr. Bond, on which side of the glass you are.

James Bond: You believe in living dangerously. I can see that.

Miss Taro: What do you mean?

James Bond: Sitting around with wet hair, you'll die of pneumonia

Honey Ryder: How well do you know about animals? Did you ever see a mongoose dance? Or, a scorpion with sunstroke sting itself to death? Or, a praying mantis eat her husband after making love?

James Bond: I hate to admit it, but, I haven't.

Honey Ryder: Well, I have.

Dr. No: A medium dry martini, lemon peel, shaken, not stirred.

James Bond: Vodka?

Dr. No: Of course.

Honey Ryder: Have you any idea what they'll do with us?

James Bond: No idea. No door handles or windows, either.

Honey Ryder: It's a prison, then.

James Bond: Mink-lined, with first-class service.

[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.

Hotel Valet: One medium dry Vodka Martini, mixed like you said, sir, and not stirred.

James Bond: Thank you.

James Bond: I'm a friend of Commander Strangways.

Quarrel: Now, ain't that nice. I like people who's friends of people.

James Bond: Where did you take him on your boat.

Quarrel: You see that, Captain. That there's the Caribbean. That's where. Fishing.

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.

James Bond: That's a naughty little habit. Listening at keyholes?

James Bond: Are you ready, Honey?

Honey Ryder: I suppose so.

Honey Ryder: I'm glad your hands are sweating too.

James Bond: Of course, I'm scared too.

Miss Taro: What's going on behind my back?

James Bond: Look, no hands!

[the morning after Bond sleeps with May Day]

Max Zorin: You slept well?

James Bond: A little restless but I got off eventually.

Howe: What have they done?

Max Zorin: You discharged her, so she and her accomplice came here to kill you. Then they set fire to the office, to conceal the crime but they were trapped in the elevator and perished in the flames.

Howe: But that means I would have to be...

Max Zorin: Dead!

[shoots him]

Max Zorin: That's rather neat, Don't you think?

James Bond: Brilliant. I'm almost speechless with admiration.

Max Zorin: Intuitive improvisation is the secret of genius.

James Bond: Herr Doktor Mortner would be proud of his creation.

[Zorin is going to kill Bond]

James Bond: My department knows 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 to try and cover up your embarrassing incompetence.

James Bond: Don't count on it, Zorin.

Max Zorin: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: It's not mutual.

James Bond: Well my dear, I take it you spend quite a lot of time in the saddle.

Jenny Flex: Yes, I love an early morning ride.

James Bond: Well, I'm an early riser myself.

U.S. Police Captain: You're under arrest.

Stacey Sutton: Wait a minute, this is James Stock of the London Financial times.

James Bond: Well, actually, captain, I'm with the British Secret Service. The name is Bond, James Bond.

U.S. Police Captain: Is he?

Stacey Sutton: Are you?

James Bond: Yes.

U.S. Police Captain: And I'm Dick Tracy and you're still under arrest!

James Bond: Taxi!

Paris Taxi Driver: No, no, no English!

James Bond: [Pulling him from the car] Out!

Tibbett, Sir Godfrey: Another wealthy owner?

James Bond: Who knows? But she certainly bares closer inspection.

Tibbett, Sir Godfrey: We're on a mission.

James Bond: Sir Godfrey, on a mission, I am expected to sacrifice myself!

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Jenny Flex: Welcome, sir. I'm Jenny Flex.

James Bond: Of course you are.

James Bond: Hello. I thought you might like to join the party. By the way, the name is James St. John Smythe. I'm English.

Stacey Sutton: I never would have guessed.

Restaurant guest: Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, monsieur?

James Bond: There's a fly in his soup!

Scarpine: He's the outstanding horse of the sales. We expect him to fetch over three million dollars!

James Bond: Oh, sounds quite reasonable!

[Bond is released from jail in Paris for violating the Napoleonic Code]

M: [to Bond] May I remind you that this operation was to be conducted discreetly. All it took was six million Francs in damages and penalties for violating most of the Napoleonic Code.

James Bond: Well, under the circumstances, sir, I thought it MORE IMPORTANT to identify the assassin.

M: What did you learn from Aubergine before his untimely demise?

James Bond: [to M] Well, only that Zorin is having a thoroughbred sale at his stud farm not far from here. I think I should be there.

[to Tibbett]

James Bond: Can you help me with that, Sir Godfrey?

Sir Godfrey Tibbett: It may be possible to arrange an invitation. It's a bit short notice, but I might just be able to squeeze you in, Bond.

James Bond: [to Tibbett] Thank you, sir.

[May Day walks into her room and finds Bond naked in her bed]

James Bond: May Day, where have you been? I've been waiting for you... to take care of me, personally.

[Zorin nods to May Day, and she enters silently in the room]

James Bond: I see you're a woman of very few words.

May Day: What's there to say?

Q: She must take a lot of vitamins!

James Bond: Yes, and perhaps Pegasus does too.

Max Zorin: You lost, 007.

James Bond: [after looking at Tibbett's body] Killing Tibbett was a mistake.

Max Zorin: Then I'm about to make that same mistake twice.

[Bond is gettting ready to have a horse race with Zorin]

James Bond: And what if I'm thrown?

Max Zorin: Then you lose.

James Bond: I take it you ride.

Max Zorin: I'm happiest in the saddle.

James Bond: A fellow sportsman. So, what about fishing? Fly-casting?

Max Zorin: [realizes he's been trapped] I'm neglecting my other guests. Enjoy yourself, you'll find the young ladies stimulating company.

[Bond is dangling from an unlocked fire engine ladder]

James Bond: Turn!

[Stacey turns]

James Bond: Not this way! That way!

May Day: Somebody will take care of you.

James Bond: Oh, you'll see to that personally, will you?

Mine Foreman: [sees Bond disguised as a fireman] Where's the fire?

James Bond: [American accent] In your rear end!

Kimberley Jones: [First lines] I thought you'd never get back.

James Bond: Well, there was a heck of a crowd on the piste!

Kimberley Jones: So I see. Mission accomplished?

James Bond: Best beluga.

[Kimberly laughs]

James Bond: Vodka, rather shaken, and one microchip.

Kimberley Jones: Good. I'll send a signal to M.

James Bond: Be a good girl would you, and put her on automatic. And we could do with a couple of glasses.

Kimberley Jones: They're in the overhead rack.

[Bond pulls a lever and Kimberley falls on the sofa with him]

Kimberley Jones: Commander Bond.

James Bond: [Bond unzips her outfit] Call me James. It's five days to Alaska.

[they start kissing]

James Bond: What's this thing loaded with?

Stacey Sutton: Rock salt.

James Bond: Now you tell me!

Pola Ivanova: James, that night in London when I was with the Bolshoi...

James Bond: Ah, what a performance.

Pola Ivanova: In my dressing room, later, did you know I was an agent with orders to seduce you?

James Bond: Why do you think I sent you three dozen *red* roses?

Pola Ivanova: Mmm. Now, that *was* a performance.

Pola Ivanova: Long time no see, James...!

[she giggles]

Pola Ivanova: ... Oh, you haven't changed a bit!

James Bond: Well, YOU have. You're even LOVELIER.

[Bond and Aubergine are discussing the use of steriods in Zorin's horses]

James Bond: Tell me, why do Zorin's horses beat others with far superior bloodlines?

Aubergine: This is a mystery.

James Bond: Could he be using drugs?

Aubergine: Nothing showed up in the tests.

[a mystery person is seen entering the room]

Aubergine: Later this month, Zorin will hold his annual sales at his stud farm near Paris. Security is formidable.

[the mystery person attacks another person dressed in black. The butterflies in the room go stir crazy]

Aubergine: But the key to this mystery is there. And I, Achille Aubergine, will intend to find it.

[We get a good look at the eyes of the mystery person. Aubergine is suddenly stabbed in the cheek with a hook and his head falls to the table]

[At Stacey Sutton's home, Bond cooks dinner; pulls out a excellent quiche from the oven]

James Bond: Et voilà. Quiche des Cabinet.

Stacey Sutton: Sounds interesting. Mmm. What is it?

James Bond: An omelet.

[Stacey chuckles]

James Bond: Now, you were telling me about your grandfather.

Stacey Sutton: He left Sutton Oil to Dad, who expected me, as the only child, to take it over someday. So, at college, I studied geology.

James Bond: And then what happened?

Stacey Sutton: Zorin. He took over Sutton Oil on a rigged proxy fight. I fought him in the courts. It's taken everything I had: all the cash, all the furniture, everything. So I took this job as state geologist. And I've just managed to hold on to this house and-and my shares.

James Bond: Well, that's what the $5 million were for, your shares?

Stacey Sutton: Ten times more than they're worth. Just, uh...

[grabs the check]

Stacey Sutton: just drop the lawsuit and shut my mouth. I haven't accepted yet.

James Bond: So Zorin sent along his gorillas to help you make up your mind.

Stacey Sutton: They have.

[tears up the check; sighs]

Stacey Sutton: I'd sell everything and live in a tent before I give up.

James Bond: I'll fill you in later, Moneypenny.

M: Now that we're all here, you can get on with the briefing, Q.

Q: Very good, sir. Gentlemen, a silicon integrated circuit. The essential part of all modern computers.

M: No lecture, Q. We're all aware of the usefulness of the microchip.

Q: Well, now, until recently, all microchips were susceptible to damage from the intense magnetic pulse of a nuclear explosion.

M: Magnetic pulse?

James Bond: Yes, Minister. I burst in outer space over the UK and everything with a microchip in it, from, well, the modern toaster to the most sophisticated computers in our defense systems would we rendered absolutely useless.

Q: One of our private defense contractors came up with this: a chip totally impervious to magnetic pulse damage. Now, if I place it on the micro-comparator and compare it with a chip that Commander Bond recovered from the body of 003 in Siberia, when I bring the two images together...

James Bond: They're identical. The KGB must have pipeline into that research company.

James Bond: With the cane, is that Max Zorin?

M: Yes. Born in Dresden. Fled from East Germany in the 60s. Changed passport. Speaks at least five languages, no accent. Now, the talk of the city and the bourse.

James Bond: The old rags to riches story.

M: He made his first fortune in oil and gas, James. Now, second in electronics and high tech.

James Bond: Bollinger '75.

Aubergine: I see you are a connoisseur, Monsieur Bond.

James Bond: Excellent choice.

Aubergine: I am pleased you approve, since you are paying the bill. Cheers.

James Bond: Santé, Monsieur Aubergine.

James Bond: By the way, the name is St. John Smythe, James St. John Smythe.

Dr. Carl Mortner: Dr. Carl Mortner, at your service.

James Bond: Mortner?

Chuck Lee: Got a real winner here. His name is actually Hans Glaub - the German pioneer who developed steroids.

James Bond: That ties him to the horse injection.

Chuck Lee: During World War II he experimented with steroids on pregnant women in the concentration camps in an attempt to enhance intelligence.

James Bond: With any success?

Chuck Lee: Eventually every mother aborted - though a handful of children were produced with phenomenal IQs. But there was a side effect - they were psychotics .

James Bond: Was this Mortner - or Glaub, tried by the war crimes commission?

Chuck Lee: The Russians grabbed him. Set him up in a laboratory. He spent several years developing steroids for their athletes.

James Bond: Pola Ivanova!

Pola Ivanova: James Bond!

Pola Ivanova: Détente can be beautiful.

James Bond: This is no time - to be discussing - politics.

Howe: [Bond posing as a London Financial Times reporter] If you'd like any further information, just call me, Mr, eh?

James Bond: Stock, James Stock. Thank you Mr. Howe.

Stacey Sutton: I'm Stacey - Sutton. And you're a reporter. Eh, what was it?

James Bond: Stock, James Stock.

Stacey Sutton: I only have a few leftovers in the fridge. I'm a pathetic cook.

James Bond: Well, I'll lend a hand.

Stacey Sutton: You can cook?

James Bond: I've been known to dabble.

James Bond: It's women's lib. They're taking over the teamsters.

James Bond: I should take a closer look at that mine.

Stacey Sutton: What's stopping you?

James Bond: Will you keep still!

Stacey Sutton: Do you know what I'm sitting on?

James Bond: I'm trying not to think about it.

James Bond: Stacey, are you there?

Stacey Sutton: You betcha!

James Bond: [to the camera] This never happened to the other fellow.

[last lines]

James Bond: [Tracy has just been shot and killed] It's all right. It's quite all right, really. She's having a rest. We'll be going on soon. There's no hurry, you see. We have all the time in the world.

[a bad guy chasing Bond skis into a snow blower, which then spews red snow]

James Bond: He had a lot of guts.

[after Blofeld hits a tree]

James Bond: He's branched off.

Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a *formal* invitation.

James Bond: There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.

[Bond throws a knife and hits a calendar on a bookshelf, on the 14th day]

Draco: But today is the thirteenth, Commander.

James Bond: I'm superstitious.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Merry Christmas, 007.

James Bond: [as Hillary Bray] I'm Sir Hillary Bray.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: No no no, Mr. Bond. Respectable baronets from the College of Heralds do "not" seduce female patients in clinics. On the other hand, they do get their professional details... "right". The De Bleauchamps tombs are "not" in the Augsburg Cathedral as you said, but in the Ste. Anna Kirch. Sir Hillary Bray would have known!

[Bond looks down and sighs, finally aware that he has been made]

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: [beat] Small slip. It takes more than a few props to turn 007 into a Herald.

[breaks Bond's glasses]

James Bond: [normal voice] It'll take more than cutting off your earlobes, Blofeld, to turn you into a Count.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: I may yet suprise you. But I'm afraid you have no more suprises left for me. I know all about your mission, Mr. Bond.

[Blofeld throws Campbell's mountain climbing equipment at the floor]

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Your colleague! Such a keen climber, and a brilliant conversationalist... before he left us.

James Bond: You realize that he reported where I am.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Oh, I doubt that. In any case, no one is coming to your rescue, Mr. Bond. In a few short hours, the United Nations will receive a Yultide greeting. The information that I now possess the scientific means to control, or to destroy, the economy of the whole world. People will have more important things to deal with than you.

Draco: She likes you, I can see it.

James Bond: You must give me the name of your oculist.

Sir Hilary Bray: Our methods are very exacting. We never like to speak until we're *absolutely* certain that there can be no possibility of error on our side or... forgery on anyone else's.

James Bond: I hope I can live up to your high standards.

Tracy: You're hurting me.

James Bond: I thought that was the idea for tonight.

Tracy: Why do you persist in rescuing me, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: It's becoming quite a habit, isn't it, Contessa Teresa?

Tracy: Teresa was a Saint; I'm known as Tracy.

James Bond: Well, Tracy, next time play it safe and stand on 5.

Tracy: People who want to stay *alive* play it safe.

James Bond: Please, stay alive! At least for tonight.

Tracy: [Throws down her hotel room key and gets up to leave] Come later.

[Draco proposes that Bond marries his daughter]

James Bond: I find her fascinating. But, she needs a psychiatrist, not me.

Draco: [abruptly] What she needs is a man... to *dominate* her! To make love to her enough to make her love him! A man like you!

[a girl writes on Bond's leg under the table, to which Bond makes an awkward face]

Irma Bunt: Is anything ze matter, Sir Hilary?

James Bond: Just a slight stiffness coming on... due to the altitude, no doubt.

[M refuses to authorize an attack on Blofeld]

James Bond: And the girl who helped me escape? We just leave her there?

M: This department is not concerned with your personal problems.

James Bond: This department owes her a *debt*. She saved my life.

M: Operation Bedlam is DEAD! Do you understand, 007?

James Bond: Yes, Sir. I understand.

[Bond is secretly asking Draco for assistance]

James Bond: I'd like to interest you in a demolition deal that requires certain aerial activity to install equipment.

[Bond has realized what Blofeld is really up to]

James Bond: Allergy vaccines? Bacteria. Bacteriological Warfare.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: With a difference. Our big breakthrough since last summer has been the confection of a certain... Virus Omega.

James Bond: Infertility.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: TOTAL Infertility! In plants and animals. Not just disease in a few herds, Mr. Bond. Or the loss of a single crop. But the destruction of a whole strain. Forever! Throughout an entire continent. If my demands are not met, I shall proceed with the systematic extinction of whole species of cereals and livestock all over the world!

Moneypenny: That was a quick conference. How do you expect a girl to keep herself alluring...

James Bond: Take a memo, please, Moneypenny.

Moneypenny: Ready, James.

James Bond: Sir, I have the honor to request you will accept my resignation, effective forthwith.

Moneypenny: Resignation from what?

James Bond: Her Majesty's Secret Service. And kindly present it to that monument in there.

James Bond: Moneypenny, what would I do without you?

Moneypenny: My problem is that you never do anything with me.

James Bond: Unusually small for a Nymphalis polychloros.

M: I wasn't aware that your expertise included lepidoptery.

James Bond: Good morning. My name's Bond, James Bond.

Casino Guest: [to Bond] The dame can't pay up.

James Bond: [to Countess Tracy di Vicenzo] Forgive me, my mind was elsewhere. Madame, you've forgotten we agreed to be partners this evening.

[Throws chips on the table to pay off her debt]

James Bond: Please continue.

Tracy: You're very sure of yourself, aren't you? Suppose I were to kill you for a thrill.

James Bond: I can think of something more sociable to do.

Tracy: So, you know your perfumes. What else do you know?

James Bond: A little about women.

Tracy: Think about me - as a woman you just bought.

James Bond: Who needs to buy?

Tracy: The only thing you need know about me is that I pay my debts.

James Bond: 20,000 francs is a lot of money.

Tracy: MMMmmm.

[Kisses Bond]

Draco: Listen to me, on the day you marry her, I'll give you a personal dowry of one million pounds in gold.

James Bond: That's quite an inducement - but, I don't need a million pounds.

Draco: Stupido!

James Bond: And I have a bachelor's taste for freedom.

Draco: Please! Just tease her some more. Who knows what will come of it.

James Bond: You have connections not open to me. Where is Ernst Stavro Blofeld?

Draco: Blofeld? Some of my men have recently defected to him. I don't know where he is.

James Bond: Can you find out?

Draco: If I could, I wouldn't tell Her Majesty's Secret Service.

Moneypenny: James! Where have you been?

James Bond: Much too far from you, darling.

Moneypenny: Oh, same old James.

[James puts his hands on Moneypenny's behind]

Moneypenny: Only more so! Heartless, brute! Letting me pine away without even a postcard.

James Bond: Pine no more. Cocktails at my place, eightish. Just the two of us.

Moneypenny: Aw, I'd adore that. If only I could trust myself.

James Bond: Same old Moneypenny. Britain's last line of defense.

M: I'm relieving you from Operation Bedlam, 007.

James Bond: But, sir, Blofeld's something of a must with me.

M: You've had two years to run him down.

James Bond: Does this mean you've lost confidence in me?

M: I'm well aware of your talents, 007. But Licensed to Kill is *useless* - unless one can set up a target. I'll find you a more suitable assignment. That's all.

James Bond: Tracy, I was always taught that mistakes should be remedied, especially between friends - or lovers.

James Bond: Just keep my martini cool.

Waiter: What will you drink sir?

James Bond: Malt whiskey and branch water, please.

Irma Bunt: Your stiffness - of last night - it is all gone?

James Bond: For the time being, I think.

James Bond: Once they're warned, you'll have a problem dispensing the stuff.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: That problem has already been solved. I've been training my own special - angels of death.

James Bond: Those girls.

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: Those girls - and many others like them.

James Bond: But exactly how?

Ernst Stavro Blofeld: That will remain my secret.

James Bond: Now, when we authorize a coat of arms, it can include all sorts of funny things: crescent moons, portcullis, beasts, cochons, rampants, bars, bezants.

Nancy: Please, what is bezants?

James Bond: Gold balls. I brought a book on the subject with me. There's a picture of my own coat of arms, actually - which includes four of them. If you'd care to see them.

Ruby: I'd love to!

James Bond: Maybe he didn't see me.

Tracy: I wouldn't go banco on that.

James Bond: Giving up bad habits, eh?

Tracy: Why are they looking for you?

James Bond: I suspect, they're trying to kill me.

James Bond: Thank you, Tracy. You've got sharp eyes and beautiful - ear lobes.

James Bond: Her Majesty's Secret Service is still my job.

Tracy: But, there isn't anything you can do about your job at the moment, is there?

James Bond: No.

Tracy: Then why are you thinking about it now?

James Bond: I'm not. I'm thinking about us.

James Bond: [Placing a phone call] Hello, Draco.

Draco: Yes, who is it?

James Bond: Bond, James Bond.

James Bond: Go and get the brandy. Five star Hennessy, of course.

Q: Look, James, I know that we haven't always exactly seen, well, anyway, don't forget, if there's anything you ever need...

James Bond: Thank you, Q, but, this time I've got the gadgets

[looks over towards Tracy]

James Bond: and I know how to use them.

James Bond: [Bond and Tracey have just got married and their car is adorned with flowers] We do look like an ad for a flower shop.

James Bond: [after their car crashes into the middle of a stock car race] Look's like we've hit the rush hour.

James Bond: [about to spend the night in a barn] Sorry about the accommodations, Contessa.

Tracy: We should have rung ahead and booked.

James Bond: Good girl!

[Confronting James Bond]

Kamal Khan: You have a nasty habit of surviving.

James Bond: You know what they say about the fittest.

James Bond: [looking at the tattoo on Magda's back] Forgive my curiosity, but, what is that?

Magda: That's my little octopussy.

James Bond: [Q's mechanized version of the "Indian Rope Trick" malfunctions] Having problems keeping it up, Q?

Q: Experimental model!

M: Remember, 007, you're on your own.

James Bond: Well, thank you, sir. That's a great comfort.

Magda: I guess this is good night.

James Bond: I could come in for a nightcap.

[Gobinda puts a hand in front of Magda's door]

James Bond: Some other time perhaps.

James Bond: [Gobinda walks Bond back to his room] I don't suppose you'd care for a nightcap?

[Bond and Q are floating in a hot air balloon]

James Bond: I trust you can handle this contraption, Q?

Q: It goes by hot air.

James Bond: Oh, then you can.

Q: [Q is demonstrating a pen filled with acid] Dissolves all metals.

James Bond: Wonderful for poison pen letters...

Q: Pay attention, 007!

James Bond: [bad guys are chasing Bond and Vijay] Vijay, we've got company!

Vijay: No problem, this is a company car.

[car accelerates through crowds]

Jim Fanning: [after Bond bids for the egg] Have you gone mad?

James Bond: Let's see how badly he wants it.

James Bond: [the real Col. Luis Toro has found Bond] Well, it's small world. You're a Toro, too!

Orlov: [enters the trailer, sees Bond in Mischka's 'Twin One' clothes from behind and mistakes him for Mischka] Leave that! Let's go.

James Bond: [turns around, facing Orlov with pointed gun] Let's stay. Sit on that box. Hands on your knees. Come on, move! Now why is that bomb on the train?

Orlov: Who are you?

James Bond: I'm British Secret Service.

Orlov: You should be more concerned about getting out of here alive.

James Bond: I am more concerned about an atomic bomb exploding on a US Air Force base in West Germany! You surely can't be inviting a nuclear war? What happens when the US retaliates?

Orlov: [grinning] Against whom?

James Bond: [frowning, realizing Orlov's scheme] My God... of course. Our early-warning system will rule out the bomb having come from Russia or anywhere else. Everyone will assume incorrectly... that it was a American bomb triggered accidentally.

Orlov: Yes, that would be the most plausible explanation.

James Bond: Europe and NATO will then insist on full nuclear disarmament... and leaving every border undefended for you and the Warsaw Pact to walk across at will!

Orlov: You took the words right out of my mouth.

James Bond: And I suppose it doesn't matter a damn to you that thousands of innocent people will be killed in this little "accident" of yours?

Orlov: Better than letting a handful of old men in Moscow bargain away our advantage in disarmament talks!

James Bond: On your feet, General. You're going to stop that train.

Orlov: [they hear hoot as the train starts to move off] It's too late.

James Bond: You can stop it at the border.

[suddenly the door opens. Bond turns around to see a Russian soldier. Bond kills the soldier before he manages to point his rifle, and meanwhile Orlov escapes]

[Bond is dragged from a river onto a tour boat]

Woman on Tour Boat: Are you with our group?

James Bond: No, ma'am, I'm with the economy tour!

[first lines]

James Bond: You didn't tell me there was going to be this much security.

Bianca: They moved the flight up to this afternoon.

James Bond: Well, we're going to have to go ahead as planned anyway.

[Bianca hands an ID badge with the name 'Luis Toro' to Bond]

James Bond: Toro. Sounds like a load of bull.

[Twin Two throws several knives at Bond, which pass through his clothes, pinning him to a cabin door]

Twin Two: [draws another knife] And this... for my brother...

[Bond plucks one of the knives from the door, and throws it at Twin Two, hitting him fatally in his stomach]

James Bond: And that's for 009!

Octopussy: A paid assassin.

James Bond: When I kill it is on the specific orders of my Government.

Front Desk Clerk: I hope you have a pleasant stay.

[Bond eyes a beauty nearby who smiles at him]

James Bond: I'm, ah, sure I will.

James Bond: [handing a wad of Indian cash to his accomplice] That should keep you in curry for a few weeks.

James Bond: I would have taken that double, myself.

Kamal Khan: Then, why don't you take over the Major's position? Mr?

James Bond: Bond, James Bond.

[last lines]

[Bond is in traction]

Octopussy: I wish...

James Bond: What?

Octopussy: I wish you weren't in such a weakened condition.

[Bond releases himself from traction]

Octopussy: Oh, James.

[Bond kisses Octopussy passionately]

Octopussy: James!

Magda: [In bed] I need refilling.

James Bond: Hmm? Of course you do.

[Grabs for a champagne bottle]

James Bond: [using Kamal's loaded dice to beat him in backgammon] Double sixes. Fancy that!

James Bond: [he tosses all his money to the crowd] Easy comes, easy goes!

James Bond: [runs into a tiger in the jungle] Sit!

M: You had no business bidding for that egg! What would you have done if you'd had been stuck with it?

James Bond: Then I would have claimed it was a fake, sir... and not paid.

M: Not paid?

James Bond: Here is the real one. I swiped it with the fake at the auction.

M: Good God. And what happens when the buyer discovers this?

James Bond: He complains.

M: Well?

James Bond: I don't think he will complain. According to Fanning, this Kamal usually sells. Now he buys. I think the fake will smoke him out. I had a tail follow him to Heathrow, where he caught a plane to Delhi.

M: You must go there, too. I'll have Sadruddin, our man at Station I, there to assist you.

James Bond: Yes, well, I have exactly 35 minutes to catch that plane.

M: Oh, Bond... sign a chit for that egg on your way out... it's government property now.

James Bond: Well, I must say you've become more beautiful everyday.

Miss Moneypenny: *I'm* over here.

James Bond: Oh, of course you are.

Miss Moneypenny: And this is Miss Penelope Smallbone - my new assistant.

James Bond: [Bond's jet is on empty but he manages to land it next to a gas station and the pump attendant comes out to greet him] Fill er' up, please!

James Bond: What can I say Miss Moneypenny, except to say that she is - as attractive and, eh, - as charming...

Miss Moneypenny: As I used to be?

James Bond: I didn't say that.

Miss Moneypenny: You're such a flatter, James.

James Bond: Oh, Moneypenny, you know there never has been and - there never will be anybody but you.

Miss Moneypenny: So, you've told me.

James Bond: Welcome to universal exports.

[Bond gives Miss Smallbone a bouquet of red carnations]

Miss Moneypenny: Take it dear, that's all you'll ever get from him.

Penelope Smallbone: Thank you, Commander Bond.

James Bond: You know me?

Penelope Smallbone: Miss Moneypenny described you.

Miss Moneypenny: In nauseating detail.

James Bond: Really?

M: Do you know what this is?

James Bond: Why, it looks like a Fabergé egg, sir. One of the jeweled eggs made by Carl Fabergé as an Easter gift to the Russian royal family. They're priceless and very rare. This one contains a model of the imperial stage coach.

M: Top marks, 007.

James Bond: Thank you, sir.

M: Except - it's a fake.

James Bond: May I join you? Sotheby's. Half a million pounds.

Magda: The man at the auction.

James Bond: Precisely.

Magda: You have a very good memory for faces.

James Bond: And figures.

James Bond: Ah, Q - how are you?

Q: Most unhappy, 007, thanks to you. How can I be expected to maintain the quality of my work? Sent out here at a moment's notice! No proper facilities!

James Bond: Yes, well, you wouldn't have a small piece of thread, now. Somebody seems to have stuck a knife in my wallet.

Q: Ah, they missed you. What a pity!

James Bond: I've also mislaid my PPK.

Q: Anything else?

James Bond: No, that's all Q.

James Bond: Let's put it this way, up to now you are the least lethal and, by far, the prettiest of Kamal's friends that I've come across.

Magda: Thank you.

James Bond: So, does he have a proposition for me or - do you?

Magda: He suggests trade. The egg - for you life.

James Bond: Well, I heard the price of eggs was going up, but, isn't that a little high?

Magda: It's for my scrapbook. I collect - memories.

James Bond: Well, let's get on with - making a few.

Kamal Khan: Good evening, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: Good evening.

Kamal Khan: Well rested? I believe you and Miss Magda have - met?

James Bond: It was a pleasure.

Magda: You're too kind.

James Bond: At the risk of appearing to be making light dinner conversation, may I ask exactly why I'm here?