Grischska: This is for my brother..
Bond: [Dodges the knife, and kills Grischska] And that's for 009.

Bond: Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Q: That's putting it mildly, 007!

Mr. Bond, you persist in defying my efforts to provide an amusing death for you.

Hugo Drax

Girl: But James, I need you!
Bond: So does England!

Scaramanga: A duel between titans. My golden gun against your Walther PPK -- each of use with a fifty-fifty chance.
Bond: Six bullets to your own?
Scaramanga: I only need one.
Bond: Sounds a bit old fashioned, doesn't it? I mean, pistols at dawn, that sort of thing.
Scaramanga: Indeed it is, Mr. Bond. But it still remains the only true test for gentlemen.
Bond: I doubt if you qualify on that score.

M: I'm sure the over-burdened British taxpayer would be fascinated to know how its Special Ordinances section dispenses its funds. In future, Commander, let me suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker just down the street.
[Bond's watch magnetizes M's spoon away]
M: Good god!
Bond: You see, by pulling out this button sir, it turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field. Powerful enough to even deflect the path of a bullet at long range.. or so Q claims.
M: I'm tempted to test that theory.

Good morning, gentlemen. ACME pollution inspection, we're cleaning up the world, we thought this was a suitable starting point.


Draco: My apologies for the way you were brought here. I wasn't sure you'd accept a formal invitation.
Bond: There's always something formal about the point of a pistol.

Blofeld: James Bond, allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong.
Bond: Yes, this is my second life.
Blofeld: You only live twice, Mr. Bond.

Try to be a little less than your frivolous self, 007.


Bond: Do you expect me to talk?
Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die!

Bond: Red wine with fish. Well, that should have told me something.
Red Grant: You may know the right wines, but you're the one on your knees.

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