Xenia Onatopp: You don't need the gun, Commander.
James Bond: Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.

Pam Bouvier: Why don't you wait until you're asked?
James Bond: So why don't you ask me?

Drug dealers of the world, unite!

Franz Sanchez

When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.

Franz Sanchez

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

James Bond

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.

Bless your heart!

Professor Joe Butcher

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

Dario: [slowly looks at her] Ha! Ha! Ha! You're dead!
Pam Bouvier: [raises a gun] You took the words right out of my mouth!

James Bond: Pam, this is Q, my "uncle". Uncle, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin."
Q: Ah! We must be related.

Señor Bond, you got big cojones. You come here, to my place, without references, carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money... but you should know something

Franz Sanchez

President Hector Lopez: There has been a mistake with my cheque. Look at it! It's *half* the usual amount.
Franz Sanchez: You were very quiet when I was arrested. Remember, you're only president... for life.

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