Mata Bond Quotes in Casino Royale (1967)

Frau Hoffner: Hmmm, it is little Otto. He was one of your mother's lovers. We often find him lying around.

Mata Bond: Is he dead?

Frau Hoffner: Hard to tell. He always looked like that.

Mata Bond: [In front of 10 Downing Street] Oh, Daddy, I do so long to meet him. All the girls do. He really turns me on!

Sir James: Did that finishing school teach you to talk like that?

Mata Bond: No, I taught them. Oh, do be a pet, Daddy.

Sir James: Be a good girl, do run along and watch the changing of the guard.

Mata Bond: I bet Mummy would have taken me in.

Sir James: Mummy took everyone in.

Polo: This is your mother's room. It has not been opened since the day she left here in 1916. You see. Nothing has been touched.

Mata Bond: It's a wild room! Hey, what an enormous bed!

Polo: The German army was very large in those days.

Mata Bond: You know, if you weren't my dad I think I could fancy you.

Sir James: That's very good of you, my dear. Rather warm in here, don't you think?

Mata Bond: Cool it, Charlie. So you want me to go to Berlin, huh?

Sir James: Now Mata, you remember the old house on the Felmannstrasse?

Mata Bond: Yeah, where Mum had a dancing school.

Sir James: That has now become International Mother's Help. But that's just a cover for its real function. It is... Does he speak English?

Mata Bond: Hey Charlie, you speak English?

Charlie: No.

Mata Bond: Who is Le Chiffre?

Polo: Nobody knows, not even Le Chiffre.

Frau Hoffner: Come along, child. The auction is about to begin.

Mata Bond: Auction?

Frau Hoffner: Tonight we are selling one of the finest art collections in Europe.

Mata Bond: Le Chiffre's collection?

Frau Hoffner: Who?

Mata Bond: Le Chiffre.

Frau Hoffner: Who's Le Chiffre?

Mata Bond: The man who owns the collection.

Frau Hoffner: What collection?

Mata Bond: The collection that's about to be auctioned.

Frau Hoffner: Who said anything about an auction?

Mata Bond: You did.

Frau Hoffner: Who am I?

Mata Bond: Frau Hoffner.

Frau Hoffner: Never heard of her. You're insane, my child, quite insane.

Mata Bond: I think she's right!

Mata Bond: [Pulls down the handle on a toilet and floor circulates to another room] It's the first john I've ever gone around with.

Frau Hoffner: [Mata just arrived at International Mother's Help] Who are you? What do you want?

Mata Bond: I'm here to enroll as a student.

Frau Hoffner: What are you qualifications, hmmmm?

Mata Bond: I am the daughter of Mata Hari.

Polo: Mata Hari!

Frau Hoffner: You are a liar.

Mata Bond: Am I? What about this, then?

[She takes off her coat to reveal a belly-dancing outfit]

Polo: [struggling up the stairs] My battery needs recharging.

Mata Bond: Maybe your head needs examining.

Polo: No, I had that examined last week.

Polo: You're so like your mother, you're driving me insane.

Mata Bond: Well, you haven't got far to go.

Polo: Come to me. Come to me, my little Mata. Come to me. Come!

[He falls off the bed, Mata opens the door]

Mata Bond: About time you were back in your box, innit?

Polo: You must forgive me. I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad.

Mata Bond: You want an argument?

Sir James: [In Mata's room] Who are all these people?

Mata Bond: They're the high priests of the temple. Okay, Fred, up it!

[a priest gets up and bows as he leaves]

Sir James: What an extraordinary performance. They seem to treat you like some kind of goddess.

Mata Bond: Well, I am the celestial virgin of the sacred altar.

Sir James: Figuratively speaking, of course.

Mata Bond: Of course.

Taxi Driver: Taxi!

Mata Bond: Tally-ho!

Frau Hoffner: The Mata Hari School of Dancing is the only truly international school of espionage in the world.

Polo: In the world.

Frau Hoffner: There is no political prejudice here.

Polo: Prejudice.

Frau Hoffner: We train Russian spies for America.

Polo: America.

Frau Hoffner: And American spies for Russia.

Mata Bond: Very democratic.

Frau Hoffner: *Very* democratic.

Sir James: They seem to treat you like some kind of a goddess.

Mata Bond: Well, I am the Celestial Virgin of the Sacred Altar.

Sir James: Figuratively speaking, of course.

Mata Bond: Of course! Some tea?

Sir James: Ah, cup of tea, splendid.

Mata Bond: Its made from poppy seeds. Two cups of this and you're stoned out of your mind!

Mata Bond: Oh! You want me to be a spy - like mum, huh? Well.

Sir James: Family tradition, my dear.

Mata Bond: Do I get an exploding brief case and a secret transmitter?

Sir James: That won't be necessary.

Mata Bond: Well, I have to have some equipment.

Sir James: Your mother wiped out three divisions of infantry and five brigades of calvary and, well, frankly, she had much less equipment than you have.

Polo: You must forgive me, I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad.

Mata Bond: You want an argument?

Polo: Remember, forget everything I tell you.

Mata Bond: My lips are sealed.

Polo: Lips! Those lips that...

Mata Bond: Run. Run along, son.