You'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry, you rats!

Photographer

James Bond: Vodka-martini.
Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
James Bond: Does it look like I give a damn?

M: Where the hell have you been?
James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.

James Bond: I already have a dinner jacket.
Vesper Lynd: There are dinner jackets and then there are dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you to look like a man who belongs at that table.
James Bond: How... it's tailored!
Vesper Lynd: I sized you up the moment we met.

Vesper Lynd: It doesn't bother you; killing all those people?
James Bond: Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.

Who the hell is this organisation Bond? How can they be everywhere and we know nothing about them!

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.

The bitch is dead.

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

James Bond: 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.

Q: I'm your new quartermaster.
James Bond: You must be joking.

You've got a bloody cheek!

FREE Movie Newsletter