Christopher LeeQuotes

Lin Tang: [hears gunfire] More shooting. The temple must be full of soldiers.

Fu Manchu: It is of no importance. Within a few moments the entire world will capitulate to me. This is the destiny of Fu Manchu.

Sir Dennis Nayland Smith: You have nothing to celebrate, Fu Manchu. The arms conference is safe. You are beaten.

Sir Dennis Nayland Smith: You will release that girl now and order your men to line up over there. I will count three before I fire. One... two...

Fu Manchu: [to henchman] Send her to the snakes!

Fu Manchu: As you were the leader of the rebellion, you shall be the first to go to the snakes.

Godfrey Hanson: If this heat goes on like this, it could very well drive us all insane. The human body simply isn't equipped to withstand such pressure, and sooner or later the glands are going to fail, some more quickly than others. After that, it's only a matter of time before the brain's affected.

Dr. Vernon Stone: That's a logical conclusion, but I think it's one we should keep to ourselves.

Godfrey Hanson: I have been convinced that this island has become the center of an invasion, the central landing point for beings from another planet.

Bill Rogers: All of us?

Jim Dawson: We're all together in this carriage. And none of us has a future.

Biff Bailey: It's the train!

Bill Rogers: It's going to crash!

Franklyn Marsh: What are you doing?

Jim Dawson: I'm going to pull the communication cord!

Franklyn Marsh: Don't be such a fool. It's the one way you might cause an accident! Sit down!

Bill Rogers: We can't just sit here and wait.

Franklyn Marsh: [to Schreck] Why are you doing this? What do you want? Who are you?!

Dr. Schreck: Have you not guessed?

Grigori Rasputin: During the time that I've been here, you've tried to teach me that confession of my sins is good for the soul.

The Bishop: Well?

Grigori Rasputin: You also tried to remove all temptations from us so that there's no chance of any sin here. I've merely tried to put that right. When I go to confession I don't offer God small sins, petty squabbles, jealousies... I offer him sins worth forgiving!

Count Dracula: I have chosen four messengers of death, four horsemen of my created apocalypse, four carriers of the plague who will infect their miserable brethren. You, Van Helsing, are now one of the four. The body of your granddaughter will never be corrupted. It will be her joy to walk at my side.

Count Dracula: At this, the Sabbath of the Undead, I call upon you to witness my supreme triumph.

Count Dracula: [to Van Helsing] My revenge has spread over centuries and has just begun!

Count Dracula: [to Van Helsing] In the days to come, you will pray for death... release...

Count Dracula: [to Van Helsing, as D.D. Denham] You are an interfering man, Professor. Do not meddle, or you will have to deal with me.

Dracula: There is a girl...

Zena: What girl?

Dracula: The niece of the monsignor.

Zena: [with disgust] Maria?

Dracula: Bring her to me.

Zena: But what do you want her for? You've got me!

Dracula: [slaps her in the face] Bring her to me!

Dracula: [to Maria] Now my revenge is complete.

Count Dracula: She is not the one. You have not learnt to obey. She is not the one!

Johnny Alucard: But, Master, you promised me.

Count Dracula: I promised you nothing!

Johnny Alucard: Master, I did it, I summoned you!

Count Dracula: It was my will.

Count Dracula: [to Johnny] I have returned to destroy the house of Van Helsing forever, the old through the young. You and your line have been chosen.

Count Dracula: [to Van Helsing] You would play your brains against mine? Against me who has commanded nations?

Prof. Karl Meister: Don't use long words, Inspector; they don't suit you.

Prof. Karl Meister: Incidentally I understand that some of your democratic citizens tried to eject the late professor Heitz. You better warn them not to attempt that sort of behaviour with me.

Julie: Stop! Stop! Let me go! Let me go!

Klove: Have I pleased you, Master? Am I forgiven?

Dracula: You have done well.

Dracula: [to Paul] But you are. Before the castle was destroyed, strangers were always welcome. Please be seated. While your room is being prepared, you will take some wine?

Dracula: One of my race crossed the Danube and destroyed the Turkish host. Though sometimes beaten back he came again and again then at the end he came again for he alone could triumph. This was a Dracula indeed.

Sir Richard Turkel: Richard Turkel, August 15, 1948, Day: 262. Nine months of digging, finally an entrance has been discovered. My hunch proved correct that along this secluded stretch lie a series of tombs but who would be buried here? A Pharaoh I presume? Hidden safely from ancient thieves. Today we uncover the truth!

Dracula: They have destroyed my servant. They will be destroyed...

Captain Horatio Hornblower: You may retain your sword, Captain. Mr. Bush, will you remove these officers to the Lydia and put them in irons?

Spanish captain: B-but we have surrendered! There are rules of war!

Hornblower: Believe me, Captain, if Don Julian so much as sees you during the next day, he'll have you all killed. Those are his rules of war.

Martin Wallace: I want to harvest the sea of food and save millions of people from starvation.

Sergeant Neil Howie: [shouted] No matter what you do, you can't change the fact that I believe in the life eternal, as promised to us by our Lord, Jesus Christ. I believe in the life eternal, as promised to us by our Lord, Jesus Christ!

Lord Summerisle: [[w:Wicker man|Wicker Man] That is good, for believing what you do, we confer upon you a rare gift, these days - a martyr's death. You will not only have life eternal, but you will sit with the saints among the elect. Come. It is time to keep your appointment with the ].

Sergeant Neil Howie: He brought you up to be a pagan!

Lord Summerisle: A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.

Sergeant Neil Howie: And you encourage them in this?

Lord Summerisle: Actively. It is most important that each new generation born on Summerisle be made aware that here, the old gods aren't dead.

Sergeant Neil Howie: But what of the true God, to whose Glory, churches and monasteries have been built on these islands for generations past? Now sir, what of Him?

Lord Summerisle: He's dead. He can't complain. He had His chance and in modern parlance, "blew it.

Sergeant Neil Howie: Your lordship seems strangely... unconcerned.

Lord Summerisle: I am confident your suspicions are wrong, Sergeant. We do not commit murder here. We are a deeply religious people.

Sergeant Neil Howie: Religious? With ruined churches, no ministers, no priests... and children dancing naked!

Lord Summerisle: They do love their divinity lessons.

Sergeant Neil Howie: But they are... a-are naked!

Lord Summerisle: Well, naturally. It's much too dangerous to jump through fire with your clothes on.

Sergeant Neil Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?

Lord Summerisle: [[w:Parthenogenesis|Parthenogenesis] ].

Sergeant Neil Howie: What?

Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.

Sergeant Neil Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?

Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.

Lord Summerisle: Afternoon Sergeant Howie. I trust the sight of the young people refreshes you.

Sergeant Neil Howie: No sir, it does not refresh me.

Lord Summerisle: Animals are fine, but their acceptability is limited. A small child is even better, but not nearly as effective as the right kind of adult.

Lord Summerisle: Do sit down, Sergeant. Shocks are so much better absorbed with the knees bent.

Lord Summerisle: [[Walt Whitman; [w:Song of Myself|"Song of Myself"] * Quoting ]'s ], sect. 32

Lord Summerisle: I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained. They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one of them kneels to another, or to his own kind that lived thousands of years ago. Not one of them is respectable or unhappy, all over the earth.

Richelieu: If I had blundered as you do, my head would fall.

Rochefort: I would say, from a greater height than mine, Your Eminence.

Rochefort: [to d'Artagnan] If you were a gentleman, I would speak to you. I was speaking at you.

Buckingham: If anyone should try to follow us, would you be so good as to kill him? Thank you.

M. Bonancieux: Well, I don't want to be sent to the Bastille, me, because it's got very deep dungeons and terrible instruments of torture, operated by very unsympathetic men! And they snip very important parts off people!

Partygoer: [Of the wine fountain at the King's soirée] Keep going, Reggie, it's filling up!

Cardinal's Guard: [D'Artagnan has just torn a carpet in an attempt to trip the guards] He's torn our carpet!

Francisco Scaramanga: Ah, Miss Goodnight.

Mary Goodnight: James!

James Bond: Aren't we a little overdressed, Goodnight?

Scaramanga: [shows Goodnight to her chair; Bond sits next to her as Nick Nack places a tray on the table; he lifts the tray's lid; As he sits down across from Bond, Goodnight takes a hasty look at the mushrooms and glances meaningfully at Bond.] I like a girl in a bikini. No concealed weapons. Miss Goodnight, please. Mr. Bond. Now, let's see what Nick Nack has for us. Ahh- mushrooms. )

Goodnight: The fried mushroom looks terribly interesting.

Bond: [Scaramanga subtly places several pieces of his Golden Gun on the table as Nick Nack pours wine] Yes, I noticed that- I'll get around to it later. Having fun in the sun, Goodnight?

Goodnight: [sarcastically; Scaramanga watches them] Yes- I could stay here forever.

Bond: [tastes the wine, Scaramanga gives him an inquiring look] Mmm, excellent- slightly reminiscent of a 34 Mouton.

Scaramanga: [nods, pulls out a gold-plated pen that doubles as the barrel of the Golden Gun; writes it down] Then I must add it to my cellar.

Bond: You live well, Scaramanga.

Scaramanga: [raises his glass in a toast; he and Goodnight drink, but Bond does not] At a million dollars a contract, I can afford to, Mr. Bond. You work for peanuts, a hearty well done from Her Majesty the Queen, and a pittance of a pension. Apart from that, we are the same. To us, Mr. Bond. We are the best.

Bond: [coldly; [w:Shit|useful four letter word; Scaramanga sets down his wine, his expression cold] There's a ]... and you're full of it. When I kill, it is on the specific orders of my government. And those I kill are themselves killers.

Scaramanga: [takes the various pieces of the Golden Gun and moves them into his lap, out of sight] Ha! Come, come, Mr. Bond, you disappoint me. You get as much fulfillment out of killing as I do, so why don't you admit it?

Bond: I admit killing you would be a pleasure.

Scaramanga: [smirks] Then you should have done that when you first saw me. But then, of course, the English don't consider it sporting to kill in cold blood, do they?

Bond: [reaches for his gun, but Scaramanga raises his Golden Gun, which he has surreptitiously put together.] Don't count on that.

Scaramanga: [quietly; Bond slowly moves his hand away from his pistol] ... I could have shot you down when you landed, but that would have been ridiculously easy. You see, Mr. Bond, like all great artists I want to create one indisputable masterpiece. The death of 007 -mano a mano, face to face- will be mine.

Bond: You mean, stuffed and displayed over your rocky mantelpiece?

Scaramanga: It's an amusing idea, but I was thinking more in terms of history. A duel between titans... my golden gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us a 50-50 chance.

Bond: Six bullets to your one?

Scaramanga: I only need one.

Bond: ...Sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn't it? Pistols and dawn, that sort of thing?

Scaramanga: Indeed it is, Mr Bond. But it still remains the only true test, for gentlemen.

Bond: I doubt you'll qualify on that score. However, I accept. As soon as I finish this delicious lunch Nick Nack has prepared for us.

Francisco Scaramanga: [on the dead Andrea Anders] Forget the girl, she's replaceable. But I shall find what she stole from me. Personally, I've got nothing against you, Mr. Bond, and to keep it that way, let us hope our paths never cross again. Please don't try to follow me.

James Bond: Your peanut-toting friend back there wouldn't like it?

Scaramanga: No, he wouldn't.

Francisco Scaramanga: When I was a boy, I was brought up in a circus. My only real friend was a huge, magnificent African bull elephant. One day, his handler mistreated him and he went berserk. Bleeding, dying, he came and found me, stood on one leg, his best trick, picked me up and put me on his back. The drunken handler came along and emptied his gun into his eye... I emptied my stage pistol into his!

James Bond: An eye for an eye. Nut?

Scaramanga: [Bond looks agape at him with the last few words] You see, Mr. Bond, I always thought I liked animals. Then I discovered that I liked killing people even more.

Francisco Scaramanga: [senses Bond preparing to shoot him; Bond looks behind him and doesn't see anything] You won't find it in there Mr Bond. I looked before you came. I wouldn't do that either. Look behind you. Lower.

James Bond: A gun in a bag of peanuts, how original! What will they think of next?

Francisco Scaramanga: [after Bond has broken out of Hai Fat's karate school] What do they teach at that school? Belly dancing?

Hai Fat: I find nothing remotely amusing about Mr. Bond's escape.

Scaramanga: You underestimated him.

Fat: Even my influence does not extend into the British Secret Service. I shall lie low too. I do not intend to jeopardize a project in which I have invested half my fortune, when it is ready to yield billions.

Scaramanga: Where will you hide out?

Fat: [he hands Scaramanga the SOLEX agitator; he doesn't see Scaramanga assembling the Golden Gun] That is not your concern. Now, take this... Return it to the plant and don't leave there without my permission. May I remind you that you work for me. I took you on as a junior partner to be an occasional convenience, nothing more. I did not pay you to interfere in my affairs. Is that clear?

Scaramanga: Yes, very clear.

Fat: I now regret having even considered employing your services, but that is beside the point. Bond doesn't know you're in Bangkok; he's never seen you. But he has seen me. That's the problem.

Scaramanga: [shoots Fat dead, then disassembles the Golden Gun as one of Fat's aides comes to investigate] That's no problem.

Aide: What happened?

Scaramanga: [goes outside, looks over at Fat's family tomb] Mr. Fat has just resigned. I'm the new Chairman of the Board. He always did like that mausoleum. Put him in it.

Burgomaster: There is a town upstate, two days journey to the north, in the Hudson Highlands. It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it?

Crane: I have not.

Burgomaster: An isolated farming community, mainly Dutch. Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight, each one found with the head lopped off.

Crane: Lopped off?

Burgomaster: Clean as dandelion heads," apparently. You will take these experimentations of yours to Sleepy Hollow, and there you will detect the murderer. Bring him here to face our good justice. Will you do this?

Crane: I shall.

Burgomaster: Remember, it is you, Ichabod Crane, who is now put to the test.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Chancellor.

Anakin Skywalker: Are you all right?

Chancellor Palpatine: Count Dooku.

Obi-Wan: This time, we'll do it together.

Anakin: I was about to say that.

Palpatine: Get help. You're no match for him; he's a Sith Lord.

Obi-Wan: [turns and smiles] Chancellor Palpatine, Sith Lords are our speciality.

Count Dooku: Your swords, please. We don't want to make a mess of things in front of the Chancellor.

Obi-Wan: You won't get away this time, Dooku.

Dooku: I've been looking forward to this.

Anakin: My powers have doubled since the last time we met, Count.

Dooku: Good. Twice the pride, double the fall.

Count Dooku: I sense great fear in you, Skywalker. You have hate, you have anger but you don’t use them.

Count Dooku: Your swords, please. We don't want to make a mess of things in front of the Chancellor.

Saruman: A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand! This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Rohan! March to Helm's Deep! Leave none alive! To war! There will be no dawn...for Men.

Saruman: The world is changing. Who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard...and Mordor? To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers? Together, my Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth. The old world will burn in the fires of industry. The forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machine of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Orc. We have only to remove those who oppose us.

Saruman: Concealed within his fortress, the Lord of Mordor sees all. His gaze pierces cloud, shadow, earth, and flesh. You know of what I speak, Gandalf. A Great Eye, lidless, wreathed in flame.

Count Dooku: It's a great pity that our paths have never crossed before, Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon always spoke very highly of you. I wish he were still alive. I could use his help right now.

Obi-Wan: Qui-Gon Jinn would never join you.

Dooku: Don't be so sure, my young Jedi. You forget that he was once my apprentice, just as you were once his. He knew all about the corruptions of the Senate, but he would never have gone along with it if he had learned the truth as I have.

Obi-Wan: The truth?

Dooku: The truth. What if I told you that the Republic is now under the control of the Dark Lords of the Sith?

Obi-Wan: No, that's not possible! The Jedi would be aware it!

Dooku: The dark side of the Force has clouded their vision, my friend. Hundreds of senators are now under the influence of a Sith Lord called Darth Sidious.

Obi-Wan: I don't believe you.

Dooku: The Viceroy of the Trade Federation was once in league with this Darth Sidious, but he was betrayed ten years ago by the Dark Lord. He came to me for help; he told me everything. The Jedi Council wouldn't believe him. I've tried many times to warn them, but they wouldn't listen. By the time they sense the Dark Lord's presence, it would already be too late. You must join me, Obi-Wan, and together we will destroy the Sith!

Obi-Wan: I will never join you, Dooku.

Dooku: [coldly] It may be difficult to secure your release.

Count Dooku: Our friends from the Trade Federation have pledged their support. And when their battle droids are combined with yours, we shall have an army greater than any in the galaxy. The Jedi will be overwhelmed. The Republic will agree to any demands we make.