Daniel CraigQuotes

Francis Bacon: Look, why don't you just go, George. I got to get on with this.

George Dyer: I'm going, I... I'm going. Anyway, when you gave me the keys, it was meant to mean I could live here.

Francis Bacon: What's past is past.

George Dyer: You call yesterday the past?

Francis Bacon: George, I am a painter! This is a studio! That is a painting! You are in the way!

George Dyer: But it's a painting of me! Or anyone would bloody well notice.

Francis Bacon: Oh, well thank you for the critique, George! I feel much better! Now I know where I stand! Now, after that enlightening discussion, will you just piss off!

George Dyer: What about Paris?! Am I still coming?!

Francis Bacon: A man that killed the thing he loved and so he had to Dyer! Of course you're coming! You are the exhibition!

George Dyer: [to Bacon] You knew it was me, but you made me stand there in the pouring fucking rain!

John Deakin: We've missed you, George. What have you been up to? Still posing?

George Dyer: Don't start on me, Deakin. I'm really not in the mood. You have no idea what goes on with me and Francis. You're the fucking ponce, not me. At least I don't try to make a career out of someone else's life.

John Deakin: No good deed goes unpunished.

Francis Bacon: Everybody, this is George. This is Muriel, Isabel, the beautiful Henrietta, and Deakin. Introduce yourselves. George is a little shy.

George Dyer: Hello...

John Deakin: So... who's Arthur and who's Martha?

Muriel Belcher: Oh, piss off, Deakin! I'm really sick of it!

John Deakin: I'll talk to you after you've had a shave...

Francis Bacon: A man being measured for a suit is not the similar to his being measured for the old wooden box.

George Dyer: It feels like a bloody coffin. It's fucking hot in here, Francis.

Francis Bacon: Yes it is hot, George. Mr Dyer will arrange to collect the suit and I think we're going to have some shirts and some appropriate ties.

George Dyer: Hold on! Hold on! Don't go over board. I mean, I feel so...

Francis Bacon: So clothed?

George Dyer: [laughs] You just don't care what people think, do you?

Francis Bacon: Come on, I want you to meet my friends. Now, we can have a drink. God knows I need one.

George Dyer: What? You're mates?

Francis Bacon: The Colony is a refuge for lost souls, no longer in possession of living bodies.

George Dyer: Can't we just go to the pub?

Francis Bacon: No.

Francis Bacon: [to Dyer] Our time together has given me a whole new energy. Not just for the work, but moment's like these. You may well become a subject for a painting.

George Dyer: That would be fantastic. I always wanted a picture of me.

George Dyer: You actually make money out of painting?

Francis Bacon: Mmm.

George Dyer: Not something I ever really thought about. I mean, there were some pictures of my mum's but they weren't really for looking at, they were just... just sort of there.

Francis Bacon: Yes. That is interesting, George.

George Dyer: Nothing like your's, obviously.

Francis Bacon: Obviously.

Tuvia Bielski: I thought you were dead.

Shamon Haretz: I am at least half dead.

Lazar: [turning around to face the camp] Halt, who goes there!

Tuvia Bielski: Lazar, i'm coming from the camp, you only say that to people going towards the camp! The Danger is out there, not in here!

Konstanty Koscik Kozlowski: Why is it so fucking hard being friends with a Jew?

Tuvia Bielski: Try being one.

Tuvia Bielski: [After shooting a rebelling subordinate dead in front of the group and is holding the other rebels at gunpoint; Turns to the rest of the refugees, who are staring at what just happened; Turns back to the rebels; The men do as Tuvia orders] As long as I am leader of this group, you will obey my commands. There will be no complaining, no sitting, no doing nothing. Anyone who wants to leave, leave now! Take his body into the woods, leave it for the wolves. Do it now.

Tuvia Bielski: Our revenge is to live.

Tuvia Bielski: I thought you were dead.

Tuvia Bielski: We're family. We have to stick together

Tuvia Bielski: If we should die trying to live, at least we live like human beings

Steve: [to Avner; to Robert; to Hans; to Carl] You know how to shoot, to assassinate people, right? I mean... you make dolls in a toyshop. And you, you shop for sofas? And you, I don't know what you do.

Carl: Me? I worry.

Steve: [to Avner] So why did they make you team leader?

Hans: Because he really knows how to cook a brisket.

Steve: Don't fuck with the Jews.

Joe Bang: Well, hello. I guess someone grew up. What's your name again, little Logan?

Mellie Logan: Mellie.

Joe Bang: Mellie! Mellie, Mellie, Mellie. That rhymes with... smelly. Nice.

Clyde Logan: Shut up.

Joe Bang: You Logans must be as simple-minded as people say.

Clyde Logan, Jimmy Logan: People say that?

Joe Bang: I'm about to get nekked... back here. No peeking.

Joe Bang: I am in-car-ce-ra-ted.

Joe Bang: Is it twenty or is it thirty?... We are dealing with science here!

Rudy Mackenzie: For me... that is a really difficult question Dr. Laurenson, because the world around me is shrinking... and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are comin to see me today, and they're not bringing flowers which... just makes it real difficult to get organized.

Gene: Listen, son. Let me explain something to you. Freddie's in intensive care with a bit of a brain haemorrhage. You were there at the scene. That's called joint venture. Now, if Freddie dies you're either in the dock with Morty or you're in the witness box putting him away. Think about that.

XXXX: (points to a whiskey bottle in Gene's hand) You know, I will have one of those.

Eddie Temple: Do you know what a remora fish is?

XXXX: Yes.

Eddie Temple: Oh you do? Well Jimmy's been swimming in my slipstream all my fucking life.

Jimmy Price: Details, details. Things to do. Things to get done. Don't bother me with details, just tell me when they're done." Who said that, son?

XXXX: [[Winston Churchill] ]?

Jimmy Price: Close. No, I said it. James Lionel Price.

XXXX: That's a very expansive question.

Jimmy Price: [laughs] Expansive? Tell me son, are you a homosexual? The day was when only homosexuals used words like "expansive". You're not a homosexual are you? Not behind in your rent?

XXXX: [over the phone] Dragan?

Dragan: Yes.

XXXX: I've got an idea. Why don't you come round for breakfast? I'll squeeze some orange juice and grind some coffee and we can talk about this like adults. How's that sound?

Dragan: Sounds very hospitable.

XXXX: Do you know where I live?

Dragan: No.

XXXX: Well, fuck off then.

XXXX: Well, don't think too long, because somebody's gonna make a killing on these pills.

Trevor: They already have. That's the problem, kidder.

XXXX: Have a plan and stick to it.

XXXX: My name? If you knew that, you'd be as clever as me.

XXXX: I hate guns! ... although, that one is very pretty.

XXXX: But as some Roman general once said: If you seek peace, plan for war.

XXXX: I'm not a gangster, I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine.

XXXX: Life is so fucking good, I can taste it in my spit.

XXXX: I mean, it's like selling anything: washing machines, handmade shoes, blow jobs. As long as you don't take the piss, people will always come back for more.

XXXX: Always remember that one day all this drug monkey business will be legal. They won't leave it to people like me... not when they finally figure out how much money is to be made - not millions, fucking billions. Recreational Drugs PLC - giving the people what they want... Good times today, stupor tomorrow. But this is now, so until prohibition ends make hay while the sun shines.

XXXX: When I was born, the world was a far simpler place. It was all just cops and robbers.

James Bond: [quietly; holds them at gunpoint] Sit down. Sit down!

Yusef: [To Corinne] It's ok, baby.

James Bond: [looking at the woman] You're Canadian? You work in Canadian intelligence?

James Bond: That's all right...I know you do. And knowing this man, you likely have access to some very sensitive material that you're going to be forced to give up. His life will be threatened and because you love him, you won't hesitate. That's a beautiful necklace. Did he give it to you?

James Bond: I have one just like it. He gave it to a friend of mine...someone very close to me. Your name is...?

Corinne: Corinne.

James Bond: Corinne. Corinne, I suggest you leave now. You contact your people, and you tell them to check their seals. They have a leak. Do it now, please. This man and I have some unfinished business.

Corinne: [softly, as she leaves] Thank you.

Yusef: Please...make it quick.

M: Is he still alive?

James Bond: He is.

M: I'm surprised. Did you find what you were looking for?

James Bond: Yes.

M: Good.

M: I assume you have no regrets?

James Bond: I don't. What about you?

M: Course not. It would be unprofessional. They found Greene dead in the middle of the Bolivian desert of all places. Two bullets in the back of his skull. They found motor oil in his stomach. Does that mean anything to you?

James Bond: Wish I could help.

M: You'll be glad to know I straightened things out with the Americans. Your friend Leiter has been promoted. He replaced Beam.

James Bond: Well then, the right people kept their jobs.

M: Something like that.

James Bond: Congratulations, you were right.

M: About what?

James Bond: [pause; starts to walk away] About Vesper. Ma'am.

M: Bond...I need you back.

James Bond: [turns and smiles sadly] I never left.

Dominic Greene: You promised that you'd —

James Bond: Let you go?

Dominic Greene: I answered your questions. I told you what you wanted to know about Quantum.

James Bond: [throws down a can of motor oil] Yes you did. And your friends would know that, so my guess is they're probably looking for you. But the good news is, you're in the middle of a desert. Here. I bet you make it 20 miles before you consider drinking that. Goodbye, Mr. Greene.

James Bond: You know, I was just wondering what South America would look like if nobody gave a damn about coke or communism. It always impressed me the way you boys carved this place up.

Felix Leiter: I'll take that as a compliment coming from a Brit.

James Bond: Are you sure you're playing with the right side?

Felix Leiter: Regimes change once a week around here. Medrano will be no dirtier than the next guy.

James Bond: See, that's what I like about US intelligence. You'll lie down with anybody.

Felix Leiter: Including you, brother. Including you.

James Bond: Do you know you're being played? Dominic Greene is going to suck this place dry, and then he's going to move on. You're going to be left picking up the broken crockery.

Felix Leiter: What can I tell you? There's no such thing as a free lunch.

James Bond: You see, Felix, I don't think you're half as cynical as you make out to be.

Felix Leiter: You don't know me.

James Bond: [glances around] Why? Because you didn't come alone?

James Bond: How long have I got?

Felix Leiter: Thirty seconds.

James Bond: Well, that doesn't give us a lot of time, does it?

Felix Leiter: Medrano can't move until he pays off the army and the police chief. Greene's bringing him his money now. A hotel called the Perla de las Dunas. In the desert.

James Bond: Thank you, Felix.

Felix Leiter: James... move your ass.

James Bond: It seems we're both using Greene to get to somebody.

Camille Montes: So, what's your interest in Greene?

James Bond: Among other things, he tried to kill a friend of mine.

Camille Montes: A woman?

James Bond: Yes. But it's not what you think.

Camille Montes: Your mother?

James Bond: [smiles] She likes to think so.

Rene Mathis: Please, stay with me. Stay here, please. Please.

James Bond: Come here. It's okay.

Rene Mathis: That's better. That doesn't hurt.

James Bond: Is Mathis your cover name?

Rene Mathis: Yes.

James Bond: Not a very good one, is it?

Rene Mathis: Do we forgive each other?

James Bond: I shouldn't have left you alone.

Rene Mathis: [Bond looks away; dies] Do you forgive Vesper? She gave everything for you. Forgive her. Forgive yourself.

M: You killed a man in Brigenz.

James Bond: I did my best not to.

M: You shot him at point blank and threw him off a roof. I would hardly call that showing restraint!

James Bond: Are you going to tell us who you work for?

Mr. White: I was always very interested to meet you. I'd heard so much about you from Vesper. In fact, the real shame is that if she hadn't killed herself, we would have had you too. I think you would have done anything for her.

M: You know you're not in Britain, and goodness knows where you will be tomorrow. Which should tell you that eventually, you will tell us about the people you work with. And the longer it takes, the more painful we'll make it.

Mr. White: [laughs] You really don't know anything about us, do you? It's so amusing, because we are on the other side, thinking "Oh, the MI6, the CIA, they're watching over our shoulders, they're listening to our conversations." And the truth is, you don't even know we exist!

M: We do now, Mr White, and we're quick learners.

Mr. White: Oh, really? Well, then, the first thing you should know about us is that we have people everywhere. Am I right?

M: [displays an image of Yusef with scars] Vesper's boyfriend, Yusef Kabira, the one who was abducted in Morocco, the one she was trying to save. "His body" was washed up on a beach in Ibiza. We're meant to believe the fish did that to his face. His wallet and ID were in his pocket.

James Bond: Well, that's convenient.

M: Quite. Which is why I did a DNA check on a lock of his hair found in Vesper's apartment. It's not him.

James Bond: A lock of his hair? I wouldn't have thought Vesper the sentimental type.

M: Well, we never really know anyone, do we? But I do need to know, Bond. I need to know I can trust you.

James Bond: And you don't?

M: Well, it'd be a pretty cold bastard who didn't want revenge for the death of someone he loved.

James Bond: [he drinks] You don't need to worry about me. I'm not going to go chasing after him. He's not important. And neither was she.

James Bond: I don't think the dead care about vengeance.

James Bond: Take a deep breath. You only have one shot. Make it count.

Franz Oberhauser: Finish it. Finish it.

James Bond: [''Lowers his gun''; ''Looks at Swann''] Out of bullets. And besides, I've got something better to do.

Franz Oberhauser: You came across me so many times, yet you never saw me. Le Chiffre, Greene, Silva...

James Bond: All dead.

Franz Oberhauser: [''To Madeleine''; ''To Bond''] Yeah, that's right. A nice pattern developed - you interfered in my world, so I destroyed yours. Or did you think it was coincidence that all of the women in your life ended up dead? Vesper Lynd, for example. She was the big one. Has he told you about her? It was all me, James. It was always me - the author of all your painǃ

Franz Oberhauser: You're a kite dancing in a hurricane, Mr. Bond. So long. The things that bring people together. Out of horror, beauty. Torture is easy, on a superficial level. A man can watch himself being disemboweled and derive great horror from the experience, but it's still going on at a distance. It isn't taking place where he is. As you know all too well, dear Madeleine, a man lives inside his head. That's where the seat of his soul is. Now, James and I were both present recently when a man was deprived of his eyes. And the most astonishing thing happened. Didn't you notice? He wasn't there anymore. He'd gone even though he was still alive. So in this brief moment between life and death, there was nobody inside his skull. Most odd. So, James. I'm going to penetrate to where you are. To the inside of your head. Now, the first probe will play with your sight, your hearing and your balance, just with the subtlest of manipulations.

James Bond: Well, get on with it then. Nothing can be as painful as listening to you talk.

Franz Oberhauser: All right. Let's begin.

James Bond: Why are you doing this?

Franz Oberhauser: You probably know that James here lost his parents when he was young. But did you know that it was my father who helped him through this difficult time? Over the course of two winters he taught him to ski, and climb, and hunt. He soothed the wounds of the poor little blue-eyed orphan. Asked me to treat him as a brother. My little brother. They formed quite an attachment.

Madeleine Swann: So, you killed him.

Franz Oberhauser: [[w:cuckoo|a cuckoo; [w:Brood parasitism|hatches inside another bird's nest] Yes, I did. You know what happens when ] ]?

Madeleine Swann: Yes. It forces the other eggs out.

Franz Oberhauser: Yes. Well, this cuckoo made me realize my father's life had to end. In a way, he's responsible for the path I took. So, thank you. Cuckoo.

Franz Oberhauser: You're a brave woman, my dear.

Madeleine Swann: Now I understand why my father lost his mind.

Franz Oberhauser: [''Begins playing surveillance tape of James Bond meeting with Mr. White''] He didn't lose his mind, he was just weak. But at least he understood what he was up against. You see, they failed to comprehend the crucial fact, that a terrible event can lead to something wonderful. Since you mention your father, I'll show you.

Video Mr. White: She's clever. She's smarter than me. She knows how to hide.

Video James Bond: I can protect her if you tell me where he is. I can keep her alive. Yeah. You have my word.

James Bond: No, no, no. Turn this off.

Video James Bond: Your word? The word of an assassin!

James Bond: Turn this off.

Franz Oberhauser: This is important.

James Bond: I said turn it off!

Video James Bond: I want you to understand something. That's my word.

James Bond: Madeleine? Look at me. Don't look at him, Madeleine. Look at me.

Video Mr. White: L'Americain. You save her, she can lead you to L'Americain. She knows L'Americain. Try the Hoffler Klinik.

Franz Oberhauser: Why did you come?

James Bond: I came here to kill you.

Franz Oberhauser: And I thought you came here to die.

James Bond: Well, it's all a matter of perspective.

Madeleine Swann: Why, given every other possible option, does a man choose the life of a paid assassin?

James Bond: Well, it was that or the priesthood.

Madeleine Swann: Argh! Don't touch me!

James Bond: Hey! You need to take a breath and calm down! You're in shock!

Madeleine Swann: Get away from me! Just get away! Did it cross your mind that you led them to me?!

James Bond: I haven't got time for this! You need to tell me everything you know about L'Americain!

Madeleine Swann: Go to hell!

James Bond: I gave your father my word!

Madeleine Swann: And why should I trust you? Because my father did?!

James Bond: Because right now, Dr. Swann, I'm your best chance of staying alive!

Mr. White: I always knew death would wear a familiar face, but not yours. To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Bond?

James Bond: I was at a meeting recently and your name came up.

Mr. White: I'm flattered London is still talking about me.

James Bond: [[w:Rome|Rome] It wasn't MI6, it was ]. Your team, not mine.

Mr. White: [[w:thallium|thallium] Ah. Last month, I found ] in my cell phone. It's done its job. I have a few weeks, maybe less. So, here we are, Mr. Bond. two dead men enjoying the evening.

James Bond: What did you do?

Mr. White: I disobeyed him. I followed him as far as I could. He changed.

James Bond: Oh, I see, you grew a conscience.

Mr. White: Our game is our game. But this? Women? Children?

James Bond: Well, the thallium would suggest that he doesn't like you very much anymore. And clearly the feeling is mutual. So why don't you tell me how to find him again?

Mr. White: Oh, come on.

James Bond: Tell me where he is.

Mr. White: He's everywhere! Everywhere! He's sitting at your desk, he's kissing your lover, he's eating supper with your family!

Lucia Sciarra: Did you kill my husband?

James Bond: He was an assassin. He wouldn't have taken it personally.

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.

Eve Moneypenny: So what's going on, James? There's not one person at MI6 who isn't talking about it.

James Bond: Talking about... what, exactly?

Eve Moneypenny: That what you did in Mexico was a step too far. That you're finished.

James Bond: And what do you think?

Eve Moneypenny: I think you're just getting started.

James Bond: I don't know what you mean.

Eve Moneypenny: [Bond switches on the TV, revealing a video message from the now-deceased previous M] Fine. I think you've got a secret. And it's something you won't tell anyone because you don't trust anyone.

M: [on TV] 007, if anything happens to me for some reason, I need you to do something. Find a man called Marco Sciarra. Kill him... and don't miss the funeral.

Eve Moneypenny: Jesus! Where did you get it?

James Bond: From my mailbox, just after she died.

Eve Moneypenny: She was never short of surprises.

James Bond: She wasn't gonna let death get in the way of her job.

Connor Rooney: I can look after myself.

Frank Nitti: No, you can't! This is the point. You're a big baby who doesn't know his thumb from his dick!

Peter Sullivan: Why are you always smiling?

Connor Rooney: Cause it's all so fuckin hysterical.

Mikael Blomkvist: He promised me Wennerstrom's carcass on a plate. This isn't even the plate.

Mikael Blomkvist: Before he died, your brother hung me from a hook...Harriet.

Mikael Blomkvist: Your boss, Armansky, he tells me you only do jobs that interest you, so I guess I should be flattered.

James Bond: [after using his EMP watch to turn Cyclops' bionic eye into a makeshift grenade] I just showed someone your watch, Q. It really blew their mind.

James Bond: [to Felix Leiter about Logan Ash] Where did you find The Book of Mormon?

James Bond: [to Vesper Lynd's tomb, where he burns a note asking her "Forgive Me"] I miss you.

Kincade: So who are we supposed to be fighting?

James Bond: No "we" in it, Kincade. This is not your fight.

Kincade: Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit. Now remember what I taught you. Don't let it pull to the left.

James Bond: [deadpan] I'll do my best.

Kincade: What did you say you did for a living?

M: Well I'm not hiding in there, if that's your brilliant plan.

James Bond: We're changing vehicles. The problem with company cars is they have trackers.

M: [sarcastic.] Well, I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.

James Bond: Get in.

M: It's not very comfortable, is it?

James Bond: [flips up the cap on the gearstick to reveal the ejector seat button underneath.] You gonna complain all the way?

M: Oh, go on then, eject me. See if I care.

M: Where are we going?

James Bond: Back in time. Somewhere we'll have the advantage.

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.

Raoul Silva: Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.

James Bond: Don't forget my pathetic love of country.

Raoul Silva: You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman, when all she does is lie to you.

James Bond: She never lied to me.

Raoul Silva: No?

James Bond: No.

Raoul Silva: What did you score on your marksmanship evaluation?

James Bond: Seventy.

Raoul Silva: [laughs mockingly] Forty. Did she tell you the psychologist cleared you for duty?

James Bond: Yes.

Raoul Silva: [sighs, reads test results from a laptop; he unbuttons Bond's shirt, inspecting the scar on his shoulder. Winces.] No. No. "Medical evaluation: Failed. Physical evaluation: Failed. Psychological evaluation: Alcohol and substance addiction indicated." Ooh! "Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma. Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension from service advised." What is this if not betrayal? She sent you after me, knowing you were not ready, knowing you would likely die. Mommy was very bad. Hmm? Ooh. See what she's done to you?

James Bond: Well, she never tied me to a chair.

Raoul Silva: [deadpan; he continues to probe at Bond's chest, suggestively.] Her loss.

James Bond: [dubious] Are you sure this is about M?

Raoul Silva: [suggestive look; rests his hands on Bond's legs.] It's about her. And you, and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other… Or eat everyone else. Ah, you're trying to remember your training now - what's the regulation to cover this? Well, first time for everything, yes?

James Bond: [unmoved] What makes you think this is my first time?

Raoul Silva: [playful] Oh, Mr. Bond!

Sévérine: It's not too late. We could turn back now.

James Bond: [eyes armed guards standing behind them menacingly] I wouldn't be so sure.

Eve: [watches Bond shave] Cut-throat razor. How very traditional.

James Bond: [suggestively] Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.

Eve: [smiles] Sometimes the old ways are the best.

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.

James Bond: I am sorry, but we have met before?

Eve: I am the one who should say sorry.

James Bond: [he and Eve walk into a big room of the building.] It was only four ribs; some of the less vital organs. Nothing major. Not enough excitement in Istanbul?

Eve: I've been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work.

James Bond: Really?

Eve: Mm. Something to do with killing 007.

James Bond: Well, you gave it your best shot.

Eve: It was hardly my best shot.

James Bond: I'm not sure I can survive your best.

Eve: Doubt you'll get the chance.

Bond: Well, do me a favor, will you. If they do ever let you back out there, warn me first.

Eve: I'm assisting Gareth Mallory in the transition and then I'll be back in the field.

James Bond: It's what you want?

Eve: Yes, of course.

James Bond: It's not for everyone.

Bill Tanner: [directing Bond into M's office] Ah, 007. It's this way.

James Bond: [to Eve.] In your defense, a moving target is much harder to hit.

Eve: Then you'd better keep moving.

Doctor Hall: I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say…

James Bond: Wasted.

Doctor Hall: All right. Gun?

James Bond: Shot.

Doctor Hall: Agent.

James Bond: Provocateur.

Doctor Hall: Woman?

James Bond: Provocatrix.

Doctor Hall: Heart?

James Bond: Target.

Doctor Hall: Bird?

James Bond: Sky.

Doctor Hall: M.

James Bond: Bitch.

Doctor Hall: Sunlight?

James Bond: Swim.

Doctor Hall: Moonlight?

James Bond: Dance.

Doctor Hall: Murder.

James Bond: Employment.

Doctor Hall: Country.

James Bond: England.

Doctor Hall: [Bond says nothing] Skyfall. Skyfall.

James Bond: [walks out] Done.

Gareth Mallory: [to M; sarcastically] This is going well.

M: Where the hell have you been?

James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.

M: Why didn't you call?

James Bond: You didn't get the postcard? You should try it sometime. Get away from it all. It really lends perspective.

M: Ran out of drink where you were, did they?

James Bond: What was it you said? Take the bloody shot.

M: I made a judgment call.

James Bond: You should have trusted me to finish the job.

M: It was a possibility of losing you or the certainty of losing all those other agents. I made the only decision I could and you know it.

James Bond: I think you lost your nerve.

M: What are you expecting? A bloody apology? You know the rules of the game. You've been playing it long enough. We both have.

James Bond: Maybe too long.

M: Speak for yourself.

James Bond: Ronson didn't make it, did he?

M: No.

James Bond: So this is it. We're both played out.

M: If you believed that, why did you come back?

James Bond: [sarcastically] Good question.

M: Because we're under attack. And you know we need you.

James Bond: [as he prepares to leave Skyfall, his boyhood home, before it explodes.] I always hated this place.

James Bond: Some men are coming to kill us. We're going to kill them first.

James Bond: [to Silva, as British military choppers appear overhead.] The latest thing from Q Branch. It's called a radio.

James Bond: [re. the porcelain bulldog on M's desk.] The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives?

Benoit Blanc: [[brain; [word] The killer nearly struck my Achilles Heel. But thank high heaven, at the last moment, I realized what had teased my entire ] through this entire case: ..."imbreathiate". ...It's not a ].

Lionel Toussaint: What?

Miles Bron: Can we just take a second and fully imbreathiate this moment?

Benoit Blanc: It's not a real word. It kinda sounds like one, but it's just entirely made up. Now "reclamation", now, well, that... that is a word, but it's the wrong word.

Miles Bron: This place is the full reclamation of everything I've achieved up to now.

Benoit Blanc: This entire day...

Miles Bron: The predefinite detective.

Benoit Blanc: [[malapropism] ...a veritable minefield of ]s...

Miles Bron: The infraction point.

Benoit Blanc: [[fact] ... and ]ual errors.

Miles Bron: Bask in the sun, swim in the Ionian Sea.

Benoit Blanc: [points at the sea outside the mansion; [Aegean Sea] THAT is the ].

Claire Debella: Oh, yeah, it is. It is.

Benoit Blanc: [[mystery] His dock doesn't float. His wonder fuel... is a disaster. His grasp of disruption theory is remedial at best. He didn't design the puzzle boxes. He didn't write the ]. Et voila! It all adds up! The key to this entire case, and it was staring me right in the face. Like everyone in the world, I assumed Miles Bron was a complicated genius, but why? Look into the clear center of this Glass Onion: Miles Bron is an idiot!

Miles Bron: Oh, please, just tell us who tried to kill me.

Benoit Blanc: Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon!

Benoit Blanc: [[Batman] Listen, I want to be clear. I am not ]. I can find you the truth, I can gather evidence, I can present it to the police and the courts, but that is where my jurisdiction ends.

Helen Brand: Yeah, but it's you doing it instead of me. I'll take those odds.

Helen Brand: What about Miles? What if he just did it?

Benoit Blanc: Well, we can't rule it out, but Miles Bron is not an idiot. To risk committing murder after a very public court case, with the possibility of that email of Andi's coming to light, would be an exceedingly stupid thing to do, especially if someone was willing to do it for him.

Benoit Blanc: Pineapple juice! He just put pineapple juice in his whiskey! It... it's so dumb.

Birdie Jay: It's so dumb, it's brilliant!

Benoit Blanc: NO! It's just dumb!

Birdie Jay: Like Miles said, I'm a truth teller. Some people can't handle it.

Benoit Blanc: It's a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don't you think?

Birdie Jay: Are you calling me dangerous?

Benoit Blanc: We'll see.

Miles Bron: Let me tell you a little secret. Your worldview is gonna change. Once you hear it, you can't un-hear it. Is your phone turned off?

Benoit Blanc: Oh, I left it in my room.

Miles Bron: Okay. If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. You break a norm or an idea or a convention, some little business model, but you go with things that people are kind of tired of anyway. Everybody gets excited because you're busting up something that everyone wanted broken in the first place. That's the infraction point. That's the place where you have to look within yourself, and ask: Am I the kind of person who will keep going? Will you break more things? Break bigger things? Be willing to break the thing that nobody wants you to break? Because at that point, people are not going to be on your side. They're going to call you crazy. They're gonna say you're a bully. They're gonna tell you to stop. Even your partner will say you need to stop. Because as it turns out, nobody wants you to break the system itself. But that is what true disruption is, and that is what unites all of us. We all got to that line, and crossed it.

Benoit Blanc: Hold on. What just happened?

Angela Lansbury: [[W:Among Us|the imposter] Blanc, I saw you go in the engine room. You're ]. We all know it! Case closed, we're done.

Benoit Blanc: I don't understand this at all. So Angie caught me and now the game's just over?

Stephen Sondheim: Sorry, Blanc, you're thrown out the airlock. It's a no brainer.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar: I've got to say, the world's greatest detective? I thought you'd be better at this.

Benoit Blanc: [[intelligence; [Truth] Well, I keep returning in my mind to the glass onion. Something that seems densely layered, mysterious and inscrutable. But in fact, the centre is in plain sight. And that is why this case has confounded me like no other. Why, every complex layer peeled back has revealed another layer, and another layer, and come to naught. And that was the problem right there. You see, I expected complexity. I expected ]. I expected a puzzle, a game. But that's not what any of this is. It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing, obvious clarity. ] is, it doesn't hide at all. I was staring right at it.

Benoit Blanc: Oh, shitballs!

Benoit Blanc: You dimwitted, brainless... JACKASS! Your one murder with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me!

Benoit Blanc: [[metaphor; [reality; [murder] I like the glass onion, as a ]. An object that seems densely layered, but in ], the centre is in plain sight. Your relationship with these people may seem complex, but looking at what you've done this weekend, it's crystal clear. You've taken seven people, each of whom has a real life reason to wish you harm, gathered them together on a remote island, and placed the idea of your ] in their heads. It's like putting a loaded gun on the table, and turning off the lights.

Benoit Blanc: [[Knives Out|I've learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with] Mr. Bron, ].

Mr. White: Hello?

James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.

Mr. White: Who is this?

Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

M: She had a boyfriend. A French Algerian. They were very much in love. He was kidnapped by the organisation behind Le Chiffre. And they blackmailed her, threatening to kill him unless she co-operated. We should have picked up on it, but sometimes we pay so much attention to our enemies, we forget to watch our friends. How are you doing?

James Bond: She left her cell phone. She must have known I'd check it.

M: [''Pause''] Hm, she knew you were you. Well, at least this clears Mathis.

James Bond: No.

M: No?

James Bond: No. It would have proved that she's guilty, not that he's innocent. It could have been a double-blind. Keep sweating him.

M: You don't trust anyone, do you, James?

James Bond: No.

M: Then you've learnt your lesson. Get back as soon as you can. We need you.

James Bond: Will do.

M: If you do need time…

James Bond: Why should I need more time? The job's done, and the bitch is dead.

M: James? Did you ever ask yourself why you weren’t killed that night? Isn’t it obvious? She made a deal to spare your life in exchange for the money. I’m sure she hoped they would let her live. but she must have known she was going to her death. And now we’ll never know who was behind this, the trail’s gone cold.

Vesper Lynd: Does everyone have a tell?

James Bond: Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. I wonder if that's why I love you.

Vesper Lynd: You love me?

James Bond: Enough to float around the world with you until one of us has to find an honest job. Which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.

Vesper Lynd: You're serious?

James Bond: It's like you said. You do what I do long enough, there won't be any soul left to salvage. I'm leaving with what little I have left. Is that enough for you?

James Bond: Hm. Hello.

Vesper Lynd: [''Softly''] Hello.

James Bond: You alright?

Vesper Lynd: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do, you look at me as if…you haven't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.

James Bond: If you'd have just been born, wouldn't you be naked?

Vesper Lynd: [''Whispers in his ear''] You have me there. You can have me anywhere.

James Bond: I can?

Vesper Lynd: Yeah. Here, there. Anywhere you like.

James Bond: Does this mean that you're…warming to me?

Vesper Lynd: Yeah. That's how I would describe it.

James Bond: It's just that not so long ago, I would have described your feelings towards me as, um…well, I'm trying to think of a better word than "loathing".

Vesper Lynd: I'm afraid I'm a complicated woman.

James Bond: That is something to be afraid of.

Mendel: Hello!

James Bond: Urgh, perfect timing.

Vesper Lynd: Oh - Monsieur Mendel. How are things in Switzerland?

Mendel: My apologies. I do not need to rush, but 120 million is a large sum of money.

James Bond: It certainly is. You didn't bring any chocolates with you?

Mendel: [''Laughs''; ''Vesper does so''] I'm afraid not. If you would type in the account number? And now the password.

James Bond: You can do that.

Vesper Lynd: I would if I knew what it was.

James Bond: [''As he says more letters, Vesper realises, turns and smiles. She types the password''] V-E-S-P-E-R.

Mendel: The funds have now been transferred. Sorry for disturbing you. Thank you. Auf Wiedersehen.

James Bond: Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Mendel.

Vesper Lynd: You know, James…I want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile, and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever met.

Vesper Lynd: I have no idea.

James Bond: But you're aching to find out.

Vesper Lynd: You're not going to let me in there, are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that.

James Bond: [''Vesper puts her hand on his cheek''] I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me... whatever is left of me, whatever I am... I'm yours.