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

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Sévérine: How much do you know about fear?
James Bond: All there is.
Sévérine: Well, not like this... Not like him...

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.

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.

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

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.

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