Polo Quotes in Casino Royale (1967)

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: Who is Le Chiffre?

Polo: Nobody knows, not even Le Chiffre.

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?

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.

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.

Countess Tanya Vronsky: I'm Countess Vronsky. I've heard some of the stories you've been spreading about me, Signor Rosselli

[slaps his face]

Countess Tanya Vronsky: I warn you against repeating any more of this malicious gossip

Herr Protz: [startled] I am not Signor Rosselli!

Countess Tanya Vronsky: You're not Signor Rosselli?

Herr Protz: No. I've never even heard of him.

Countess Tanya Vronsky: Oh. I've made a terrible mistake

Herr Protz: Oh, that's alright.

Countess Tanya Vronsky: I don't know what to say

Herr Protz: Say nothing, Countess.

[fawning]

Herr Protz: Even being slapped by such a beautiful woman is an event.

Countess Tanya Vronsky: I only wish there was some way I could make amends.

Herr Protz: There is

[kisses here hand]

Herr Protz: You could dine with me

Countess Tanya Vronsky: But we haven't met yet, Signor...

Herr Protz: Oh, er, permit me to introduce myself. I am Herr Protz.

Countess Tanya Vronsky: Herr Protz.

[they start to walk together]

Herr Protz: Tell me, Countess, is this your first visit to Venice?

Countess Tanya Vronsky: Oh, no. I've been here many times

Herr Protz: You like it?

Countess Tanya Vronsky: I love it!

[they walk past Andre Desormeaux and Polo]

Polo: What a ravishing woman!

Andre Desormeaux: Like a bouquet of spring flowers...

[they grin at each other]

Andre Desormeaux: [already seated outside café as Polo sits down]

[Looking intently at Polo's feet]

Andre Desormeaux: No luck huh? You have tramped all over Paris from the Port de la Villette to Montrouge and found no trace of her.

Polo: Yes, that's right. Oh, I've covered all the ballet schools. But how did you know?

Andre Desormeaux: Your feet! Those ugly, tired peasant feet. They tell me the story. You see, I studied hands and feet. I can read them like you can read a book... if you could read.

Polo: Oh, but I can read.

Andre Desormeaux: Of course, you can. You can read words but you can't read between them. Now, for instance

[gestures towards the feet of a passing woman]

Andre Desormeaux: To you, those are just a woman's feet. But I can tell you she's a vendeuse in one of the department stores; stood on her feet all day but she's not tired now. She's going to meet her sweetheart on some corner...

Polo: Amazing!

Andre Desormeaux: [indicating another woman] Woman with the bunions...

Polo: Yes?

Andre Desormeaux: She has given up hope of meeting anyone.

Polo: Remarkable!

Andre Desormeaux: [indicating a passing man] Tan Brogans... American tourist. Big corn on the left little toe... See?

Musical Director: Well, what do you think?

[after watching a proposed musical number with Polo]

Polo: If you enjoy entertaining the crew, not bad. Otherwise it belongs in a rehearsal hall. A rehearsal hall is where you REHEARSE. Not here - this is a soundstage.

Musical Director: Well, what should I do with it?

Polo: Well, the first thing I would do is get rid of that noodle in the pith helmet and then...

[gestures wearily]

Polo: shoot it.