Le Chiffre Quotes in Casino Royale (2006)

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

Bartender: Oui, monsieur.

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

Bartender: Yes, sir.

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

Infante: So will I.

Bartender: Certainly.

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

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

Felix Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.

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.

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.

Le Chiffre: [telling Bond he was betrayed] I'm afraid that your friend Mathis... is really... my friend Mathis.

Le Chiffre: [after striking Bond with a knotted rope inside a steel chamber] You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure.

[strikes Bond again, this time harder]

Le Chiffre: And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge... that if you do not yield soon enough... there will be little left to identify you as a man.

[drags up a stool, sits down next to Bond and slaps him on the cheek]

Le Chiffre: The only question remains: will you yield, in time?

Le Chiffre: [trying to keep calm to the African assassins] I'll get the money. Tell them I'll, I'll get the money.

Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust.

[shoots him]

Le Chiffre: [to Bond, naked and tied to a wooden chair inside a steel chamber ] Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.

Le Chiffre: Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister.

[considers his cards and moves his chips forward]

Le Chiffre: All in. I have two pair and you have a 17.4% chance of making your straight.

Le Chiffre: [jokingly to Le Chiffre, after telling where to hit him with the knot tied to the end of s thick rope] You are a funny man, Mr. Bond.

Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?

Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.

Alex Dimitrios: I'm having a hard time seeing how this is my fault. It's your plan. All I did was get you the man.

Le Chiffre: A man who was under surveillance by the British Secret Service... which makes me wonder if I can trust you at all.

Alex Dimitrios: Then don't. I couldn't care less. But, I do care about my reputation. I have someone else willing to do the job. He just needs the particulars, and payment.

Le Chiffre: Give our guests five minutes to leave... or throw them overboard.

James Bond: What are you going to do?

Le Chiffre: Physically, I'm not going to do anything.

James Bond: Ah, you're going to nothing me to death.

Le Chiffre: Torture of the mind. The most exquisite torture is all in the mind.

Le Chiffre: Don't worry about that chair with a hole in the middle. It's merely waiting to be reupholstered.

Le Chiffre: Bond? James Bond? The name is familiar.

Evelyn Tremble: I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Though, I'm flattered you've heard of me.

Le Chiffre: I have heard of you; but, not as an expert on baccarat.

Le Chiffre: I see everything that goes on at this table. Nothing escapes me.

Evelyn Tremble: I'm quite sure it doesn't. But, you know, we mustn't forget, that...

[Begins speaking in an Indian accent]

Evelyn Tremble: the beggar who is sitting in the market place, he is completely deaf, in so much as far as listening to the song that is coming from the mockingbird, is concerned.

Le Chiffre: I'm sorry, Mr. Bond, I don't get the connection.

Evelyn Tremble: Aw, you will. You will.

Le Chiffre: It looks as though luck isn't on your side of the road tonight, old man.

Evelyn Tremble: She has a habit of moving around.