Wai-Lin: They're looking for us, James.
James Bond: Let's stay under cover.

I owe you an unpleasant death, Mr. Bond.

Mr. Stamper

The latest thing from Q branch; called a radio.

[aiming the signiture gun at Sanchez's office window] Watch the birdy, you bastard.

Pam Bouvier: Out of Gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time.
James Bond: Well, they must have hit the fuel line.

Kincade: So who are we going up against?
James Bond: This isn't your fight.
Kincade: Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.

Bless your heart!

Professor Joe Butcher

Perez: What about the money, patron?
Franz Sanchez: Launder it.

We are the two rats left. We can either eat each other, huh, or eat everyone else.

Raoul Silva

Sévérine: What do you know?
James Bond: Well, it takes a certain type of woman to wear a backless dress with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh.

You wanna put that in English for those of us who don't speak Spy?

Dr. Christmas Jones

Oh, grow up, double-O Seven!

Q

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