[about Bond] How does he know these things?

James Bond: Can I ask you a personal question?
Solange: Now would seem an appropriate time.

Very sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.

James Bond

M really doesn't mind you making a little money on the side, Dryden. She would just prefer it wasn't by selling secrets.

James Bond

Vesper Lynd: I'm the money.
James Bond: Every penny of it.

Dryden: How did he die?
James Bond: Your contact? Not well.
Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is...
James Bond: [shoots Dryden] Yes... considerably.

Dryden: Your file shows no kills, but to become a double-0, it takes -
James Bond: Two.

Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister and even he's smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, ass-covering prigs? They don't care what we do; they care what we get photographed doing. And how the hell could Bond be so stupid? I give him double-O status and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy. Is the man deranged? And where the hell is he? In the old days if an agent did something that embarrassing he'd have a good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.

Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism!

Vesper Lynd

The bitch is dead.

James Bond

Vesper Lynd: How was your lamb?
James Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.

James Bond: I think I'll call it a Vesper.
Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
James Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.

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