Renard Quotes in The World Is Not Enough (1999)

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: [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?

Renard: Welcome to my nuclear family.

[Elektra escorts Renard to a cell in Maiden's Tower where M is being held captive]

Elektra King: [to Renard as she announces that she has captured M for him] Your present, courtesy of the late Mr. Bond.

Renard: My executioner.

M: Overpraise, I'm afraid. But my people will finish the job.

Elektra King: Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot. Just like you left me- you and my father.

M: [Getting up from a bench in the cell and walking towards the cell bars] Your father wasn't...

Elektra King: [Interrupting M] MY FATHER WAS NOTHING! His kingdom he stole from my mother, the kingdom I will rightly take back.

[Elektra walks towards the cell door and leaves. Renard closes the door behind her and walks towards M]

M: I hope you're proud of what you did to her.

Renard: I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit. When I took her, she was promise itself. And then you left her at the mercy of a man like me. You ruined her. For what? To get to me? She's worth fifty of me.

M: For once, I agree with you.

Renard: Yes. And now we also share a common fate. You will die along with everyone in the city.

[Renard turns his back and walks towards a table with junk surrounding it]

Renard: Along with the bright, starry, oil driven future of the West.

[Renard reaches for an alarm clock and holds it in his hands]

Renard: Since you sent your men to kill me, I've been watching time tick slowly away, marching towards my own death. Now you can have the same pleasure.

[Renard picks up a stool and totes them towards M's cell. He lays the alarm clock on top of the stool points at it]

Renard: Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time is up. And I guarantee you, I will not miss.

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.

Renard: One tires of being executed.

[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]

[to M as she is being held captive by Elektra in Istanbul]

Renard: [pointing to an alarm clock] Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time's up. And I guarantee, I won't miss.

Renard: No hard feelings, Mr. Bond, but we're even. Soon, you'll feel nothing at all.

Elektra King: You brought me something?

Renard: [Shows her a nuclear explosive device] The power to reshape the world. Go on, it's safe. Touch your destiny.

Dreyfus: [Chief Inspector Dreyfus is talking on the phone while his portrait is hung over the newly-installed security system] Right.

Dreyfus: [Dreyfus hangs up] Are you finished yet?

Security Installer: Complete and operational.

Renard: Chief Inspector, your new system will monitor and record every word and every movement in this room.

Dreyfus: So, uh, if anyone breaks in, what happens?

Renard: Your office is linked to the elite Black Berets; they will be here in seconds.

Woman on intercom: [the intercom buzzes] Sir, Inspector Clouseau is here to see you.

Dreyfus: Send him in.

Renard: Clouseau?

Dreyfus: I have to appoint him to the Dream Team.

Renard: Clouseau?

Dreyfus: [stammers] Dont, don't ask, don't-...

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: [Clouseau enters Dreyfus's office] Good afternoon, Chief Inspector, I'm here with my report.

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: [Clouseau's file folder gets caught up in his Medal of Honor ribbon; he pronounces the 'H' in honor instead of the usual silent 'H' French pronunciation] This darn Medal of Honor! You are so fortunate you never got one, Chief Inspector. You look so tidy having no honors or other forms of distinguishing décor.

Dreyfus: Why don't you wear it under your shirt; you know, out of sight?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: Brilliant idea, Chief Inspector; that way, it won't clang around. Now, the parking ticket situation. Over the last 6 weeks, I've given out almost 4 parking tickets: one at the Musée, overtime, and one, you'll recall, to you, in violation of the bent license plate law.

Dreyfus: Yes, I recall.

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: It's all there in the report.

Dreyfus: Fascinating! Well, I shall waste no time in reading it.

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: And just in case, I've deftly catalogued, numbered, and cross-referenced each offense here in my little black book.

Dreyfus: Now Clouseau, you remember... when I first put you on that parking ticket detail...

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: Yes; you explained it was a top-level assignment.

Dreyfus: And that if anyone ever asked you if I was the one who had assigned you to this incredibly important mission, you would deny it?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: [Clouseau acts as though he was denying any involvement in the assignment] Why Chief Inspector, I don't even know what you are talking about.

Dreyfus: [Clouseau jokingly winks at Dreyfus in acknowledgement] Good work, Clouseau.

Dreyfus: Now, to, uh... to business.

Dreyfus: [Clouseau holds his pen in the air, it makes a slight beeping sound] I have been, uh, instructed to re-assign you to...

Dreyfus: [the beeping sound grows stronger] Clouseau? Clouseau...

Dreyfus: [Clouseau starts tossing his pen and objects from Dreyfus's desk at the security cameras and ripping Dreyfus's portrait to remove the tape recorder] Aahhhh...

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: We were being recorded!

Renard: [Dreyfus whimpers as the Black Berets break through Dreyfus's office windows] The Black Berets!

Black Beret: [yelling] The password! What is the password?

Dreyfus: I don't know!

Black Beret: [the agent subdues Dreyfus for interrogation] Four! Three!

Renard: We weren't yet told!

Black Beret: Two! One!

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: [Clouseau looks at the back of his Medal of Honor and mispronounces "Hamburger"] Amburgar!

Black Beret: Have a nice day.

[the agents leave Dreyfus's office]

Dreyfus: The password was "hamburger"?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: No, "amburgar".

Dreyfus: I said "hamburger".

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: [repeating Dreyfus's mispronunciation] No, you said "amburger".

Dreyfus: Amburger?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: No, "am-bur-grr".

Dreyfus: What - How did you know that we were being recorded?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: Ah, easy, Inspector: this pen emits a small 'bipping' noise whenever it detects 'meecrowaves'. Radio Shack, $12.

Dreyfus: What - How did you know the password?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: This little LED chip decodes passwords; I had it attached to the back of my Medal of 'Hon-nor'.

Renard: Radio Shack?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: [Clouseau takes what appears to be a small tape recorder from his pocket] eBay; I got this there, too. What do you think this is?

Renard: A tape recorder?

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: No. It only looks like a tape recorder; it's actually a pen.

Renard: So you can write with it, and no one will know.

Insp. Jacques Clouseau: Bingo!