Ben WhishawQuotes

Clinic Barman: Can I get you something, sir?

James Bond: [[w:Martini (cocktail)|Vodka martini] ]. {{W|Shaken, not stirred}}.

Clinic Barman: I'm sorry, we don't serve alcohol.

James Bond: [''Sarcastically''] I'm already starting to love this place...

Q: [''Approaching the bar from Bond's left''] He'll have the prolytic digestive enzyme shake.

August: Ona! I will always love you.

Woman on the Path: She loves you too, August.

Salome: Why would boys of 13 and 14 be left behind? Why wouldn't they leave with us?

Agata: Surely, we don't have to be afraid of the boys of this age.

Ona: August, you're the boys teacher. What is your feeling about this? Do boys of that age pose a risk to our girls and women?

August: Yes. Possibly. Boys of 13 or 14 are capable of causing great damage to girls and women. And to each other. It is a brash age. They are possessed of reckless urges, physical exuberance, intense curiosity that often results in injury. Unbridled emotion, including deep tenderness and empathy, and not quite enough experience or brain development to fully understand or appreciate the consequences of their words or actions. They are like the yearlings. Young, awkward, gleeful, powerful. They're tall, muscular, sexually inquisitive creatures, with little impulse control, but they are children. They are children and they can be taught. I'm a two-bit schoolteacher, a failed farmer, and above all a believer. And I believe that with guidance, firm love and patience, these boys are capable of relearning their roles as males in the colony. I believe in what the great poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge thought were the cardinal rules of early education. To work by love and so generate love. To habituate the mind to intellectual accuracy and truth. To excite imaginative power. He said, Little is taught by contest or dispute, everything by sympathy and love. I believe the boys should be allowed to leave with the women... Providing the women choose to leave.

Mallory / M: Very hard to know what to say. But I thought we should gather, and remember.

Mallory: [quoting a [[w:Jack London|Jack London; sets the book down, grabs a glass of his own and stands. Tanner begins a circle-wide toast.] And I... I thought this was appropriate: ] book] "The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

Tanner: To James.

Nomi: James.

Q: James.

Moneypenny: James.

Mallory: [They all drink to his memory.; clinks the glass on the table.] James... Right. Back to work.

Q: Oh God. It's for Madeline.

Bond: It's alright Q. It's all alright. Will you put Madeline on please?

Q: Yes of course. How stupid of me.

Madeline: James?

Bond: Madeline...

Madeline: [Bond hesitates to respond, completely exhausted.] I'm here. Where are you? Is it done? James?

Bond: Yes, yes, yes... He's dead. Are you both there?

Bond: No. Um... I'm not gonna make it.

Madeline: [sorrowful at what he just said] What?

Bond: Um...

Madeline: No, you promised.

Bond: [resumes climbing and finally ascends to the top of the control room, peeking out of a hatch that overlooks the island.] Now, Madeline...

Madeline: Just get off that island. I know you can do this. Everything's good now! There's no one left to hurt us...

Bond: [stares out into the sunset, trying to catch his breath.; stumbles out of the hatch to see that the island's silo doors are open, ensuring the missiles will destroy the nanobots inside Safin's lair.] Madeline... You have made... The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Perfect. Because she came from you.

Madeline: Oh, god. The vial... You've been poisoned!

Bond: Yes.

Madeline: There must be a way. There must be a way... We just need more time! If we only had more time...!

Bond: {{W|We Have All the Time in the World|You have all the time in the world.}}

Madeline: I love you.

Bond: I love you too.

Madeline: She does have your eyes.

Bond: [looks up as the missiles go on terminal guidance, breaking off into fragments like fireworks. In his final moments, he is dignified and composed.; The missiles hit the island and Bond watches the first explosion before a second hit obscures Bond entirely.] I know. I know...

Q: It's a fine line. Make the breadcrumb too small, and he might miss it. Too big, and Silva will smell a rat.

Bill Tanner: Yes, but you'd think even Silva will be able to spot that.

Q: He's the only one who could.

Tanner: Sir?

Q: Oh...

Gareth Mallory: What are you doing?

Q: We're just... monitoring.

Mallory: Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.

Tanner: Well, sir, um...

Q: Well, no...

Mallory: Excellent thinking. Get him isolated. Send him on the A9, it's a direct route. You can monitor his progress more accurately and confirm it with the traffic cameras.

Tanner: But, uh... what if the PM finds out?

Mallory: Then we're all buggered. Carry on.

James Bond: There's too many people, I can't see him.

Q: Welcome to rush hour on the Tube. Not something you'd know much about.

James Bond: The train's leaving. Do I get on the train?

Q: [hesitant.] Don't get on the train, I'm not sure he's on it. Give us a minute.

James Bond: [impatient.] Do I get on the train?

Q: Bond?

James Bond: What?

Q: Get on the train.

Man at Tube Station: He's keen to get home.

James Bond: [to train conductor.] Open the door, please!

James Bond: Open. The door!

James Bond: Health and Safety. Carry on.

Q: Where are you?

James Bond: [moving through the carriages.] Take a wild guess, Q.

Q: He's in disguise now. He's dressed as a policeman.

James Bond: [sarcastic.] Of course he is.

Q: [tracking the train's path, muttering.] Where's he going? Where's he going?

James Bond: [realising.] He's going for M. Tell Tanner - get her out of there.

Q: If you're through that door, you should be in the Tube.

James Bond: [deadpan] I'm in the Tube.

Q: Bond, this isn't an escape, this was years in the planning. He wanted us to capture him, he wanted us to access his computer. It was all planned - blowing up HQ, knowing all the emergency protocols, knowing we'd retreat down here.

James Bond: I got all that. It's what he's got planned next that worries me.

Q: District line is the closest. There should be a service door on your left.

James Bond: [he tries the door handle] Got it. It won't open.

Q: Of course it will, put your back into it.

James Bond: [he tries again.; a rumble is heard, and Bond looks along the tracks] Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?! No, it's stuck. Oh good. There's a train coming.

Q: Hmm. That's vexing.

James Bond: I'm through.

Q: Told you. We've alerted security. Police are on their way.

James Bond: [on receiving his equipment from Q.] A gun and a radio. It's not exactly Christmas, is it?

Q: [[w:GoldenEye|an exploding pen] Were you expecting ]? We don't really go in for that anymore.

Q: It always makes me feel a little melancholy - a grand old war ship, being ignominiously hauled away to scrap. The inevitability of time, don't you think? What do you see?

James Bond: [rising to leave.] A bloody big ship. Excuse me.

Q: [Bond reacts and sits back down.] 007. I'm your new Quartermaster.

James Bond: You must be joking.

Q: Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?

James Bond: Because you still have spots.

Q: [[relevant] My complexion is hardly ].

James Bond: Your competence is.

Q: Age is no guarantee of efficiency.

James Bond: And youth is no guarantee of innovation.

Q: I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.

James Bond: Oh, so why do you need me?

Q: Every now and then, a trigger has to be pulled.

James Bond: [Beat; offers his hand.] Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pyjamas. Q.

Q: [shakes his hand.] 007.