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Lord Carfax, Richard Osborne: What's all this about, Holmes, how did you get here?

Sherlock Holmes: I followed this young lady.

Sally: I saw no one.

Sherlock Holmes: That is exactly what you'd expect to see when I follow someone.

Lord Salisbury: What on Earth is a durbar room?

Henry Ponsonby: It's a celebration of all things Indian, Prime Minister, inspired by the Mughal emperors.

Lord Salisbury: But I don't understand. Who gave her permission to build this in the first place?

Albert Edward: Don't blame me, I was in Monte Carlo.

Henry Ponsonby: I'm afraid she's a law unto herself, Prime Minister.

Lord Salisbury: For God's sake! She'll be wearing a burqa next.

Queen Victoria: Prime Minister, you are late.

Lord Salisbury: I'm terribly sorry, Your Majesty.

Queen Victoria: Well, let us begin. This, as you can see, is the Indian corridor. The Durbar Room was designed by Mr. Bhai Ram Singh.

Albert Edward: The place is crawling with them.

Queen Victoria: [shows them the portrait of Princess Gowramma; shows them a portrait of Abdul, with Abdul standing next to the portrait] We have commissioned a series of portraits of eminent Indians. This... Princess Gowramma. And this of course, is the Munshi.

Abdul Karim: An honor to meet you, Mr. Prime Minister, sir.

Queen Victoria: A good likeness, don't you think?

Abdul Karim: I asked him to take a few pounds off. This is my wife, Mr. Prime Minister, sir. And that is my mother-in-law. At least I think that's the right way round. These are my servants, Mohammed and Ahmed.

Queen Victoria: And this is the Durbar Room.

Lord Salisbury: What the hell is going on here, Ponsonby?

Queen Victoria: The carvings are from Uttar Pradesh, and the carpet was woven in a jail in Agra. Perfect, I think, for the tableau. But the piéce-de-resistánce is the Peacock Throne, an exact copy of the one at Agra, and, of course, the Koh-i-noor. Now I really do feel like the Empress of India.

Queen Victoria: Isn't it glorious? Albert loved it here. He so admired the Medicis, that they commissioned the greatest artists of the day in order to leave something astonishing behind.

Abdul Karim: In India also, we commission great artists. Each emperor would bring the greatest craftsmen to make great glories for their durbar room.

Queen Victoria: Durbar room?

Abdul Karim: Yes. Every emperor had a durbar room, full of the finest things known to man.

Queen Victoria: Well, I'm the Empress of India, I should have a durbar room.

Abdul Karim: That's a wonderful idea, Your Majesty. But where would you put it?

Queen Victoria: Oh, the Isle of Wight, obviously.

Henry Ponsonby: Your Majesty, Signor Puccini has arrived.

Queen Victoria: How do you like your new Scottish costumes?

Abdul Karim: Very scratchy, Your Majesty.

Queen Victoria: [turns to Sir Henry] Everything in Scotland is scratchy. Sir Henry? When does Bertie arrive?

Henry Ponsonby: Tomorrow, Your Majesty. He's on his way from Monte Carlo.

Dr. James Reid: It's all right for her. She's upholstered.

Lord Salisbury: There's another famine in India. More trouble in Ireland, I'm afraid. Suez is a perennial nightmare. And I'm afraid the Boers are at it again.

Queen Victoria: Is there any good news, Prime Minister?

Lord Salisbury: Well, we've decided to annex Zululand, Your Majesty.

Queen Victoria: Whatever for?

Lord Salisbury: We really have to box in the Boers if we possibly can.

Queen Victoria: Oh, Prime Minister, you really are terribly depressing.

Lord Salisbury: Yes.

Queen Victoria: [sees the sandwiches served in front of her] Ah, sandwiches! Mm!

Henry Ponsonby: Breakfast with the Royal Princes of Belgium. 11:00, an audience with the Sultan of Dubai where Her Majesty will be presented with the Diamond of Oojay. Garden party where Her Majesty will receive Oscar II, King of Sweden and Norway, again, and Queen Lili'uokalani.

Queen Victoria: Who on Earth is she?

Henry Ponsonby: A monarch and sole Queen Regnant of the Kingdom of Hawaii, Your Majesty. She has composed a song for you, on the ukulele. But we have managed to put her off. Then you will eat with the Prime Minister, and, at 7:00, the banquet in the State Dining Room.

Dr. James Reid: And your movements, Your Majesty?

Queen Victoria: Nothing to speak of, Dr. Reid.

Dr. James Reid: Not even during the day?

Queen Victoria: We last moved on Sunday evening.

Dr. James Reid: I fear these celebratory dinners are taking their toll, Your Majesty. Might I suggest some Benger's mixture?

Dr. James Reid: But it is imperative, Your Majesty, that the Royal colon receives a little roughage.

Queen Victoria: Anything else?

Henry Ponsonby: Was Your Majesty pleased with the Mohur?

Queen Victoria: What?

Henry Ponsonby: The Mohur, the ceremonial coin. Presented by the two Indian servants.

Queen Victoria: I thought the tall one was terribly handsome.

Queen Victoria: [speaking to her family and the entire household in the Durbar Room; silence; [w:Munshi|Munshi; [w:Royal Victorian Order|Royal Victorian Order] I understand there is some concern over my desires on preferment. I understand feelings have run high, and I understand you have decided to resign rather than withstand my decision. If any one of you wishes to tender their resignation? It will be accepted, without any unfortunate consequences. But at least have the decency to do it to my face! Anyone wishing to resign, please step forward. I would like to inform you that I have decided against awarding any knighthoods at this moment. Instead, you'll be delighted to know that I have decided to make the ] a Commander of the ], as a special token of my personal esteem for his services to the Empire. That is all.

Queen Victoria: I am 81 years of age. I've had nine children and 42 grandchildren, and have almost a billion citizens. I have rheumatism, a collapsed uterus, I'm morbidly obese and deaf in one ear. I have known 11 Prime Ministers and passed 2,347 pieces of legislation. I've been in office 62 years, 234 days. Thus, I am the longest-serving monarch in world history. I'm responsible for five households and a staff of over 3,000. I am cantankerous, boring, greedy, fat, ill-tempered, at times selfish and myopic, both metaphorically and literally. I am perhaps disagreeably attached to power and should not have smashed the Emperor of Russia's egg. But I am anything but insane. If the household wish to disobey me, so be it. Let them do it to my face. I will see everyone in the Durbar Room at once.

Queen Victoria: I suddenly feel a great deal better.

Philomena: Sister Hildegarde, I want you to know that I forgive you.

Martin Sixsmith: What? Just like that?

Philomena: Its not just like that'... it's hard. That's hard for me. But I don't want to hate people. I don't want to be like you... Look at you.

Martin Sixsmith: I'm angry.

Philomena: Must be exhausting.

Martin: I always wondered why God kills hundreds of thousands of people everyday. You should ask him about that while you're in there. He would probably say, he moves in mysterious ways.

Philomena: [angry] No, I think, he'd say you are a fucking idiot.

Mary: And that's him with Pete Olsson. Mike and Pete were…

Philomena: That's all right, Mary. I know Anthony was a gay homosexual and we met Marcia who I believe was his beard. Is that right, Martin?

Martin: Yes, that's about right.

Philomena: Must have been terrible, having to keep it a secret his whole life.

Philomena: Now we're getting closer, all these years wondering if Anthony was in trouble or prison or goodness knows where. But as long as I didn't know I could always tell myself he was happy somewhere and that he was doing all right.

Martin: Don't upset yourself.

Philomena: What if he was obese?

Martin: Obese?

Philomena: I watched this documentary that says a lot of Americans are huge. What if that happened to him?

Martin: What on earth makes you think he'd be obese?

Philomena: Because of the size of the portions!

Philomena: Who's this fellow?

Marcia: That's his friend Pete.

Philomena: And were you his girlfriend, Marcia?

Marcia: No, I don't know if you knew but he was gay. I used to accompany him when he used to go to official functions because being gay was frowned on in the Republican Party. But he was very charming and charismatic.

Philomena: Tell me, did he father any children?

Martin: Philomena, Marcia has just told us that Anthony was gay.

Philomena: Well I always knew that but I just wondered if he might be bi-curious.

Martin: Bi-curious?

Philomena: A lot of the nurses I worked with were gay but one of them called Brenden told me he was bi-curious. I don't think he could make up his mind, Marcia.

Marcia: He didn't have any children. I'm sorry.

Martin: Shall we go for a walk? Get rid of the jet lag? You said you wanted to visit the Lincoln Memorial.

Philomena: We could go and see Mr. Lincoln or we could watch on television Big Momma's House. It's about a little black man pretending to be a fat black lady. They just showed some of it on the television and they'll all chasing after him. It looked hilarious, Martin!

Philomena: I only want to know if he's all right.

Martin: Perhaps these older nuns can help us with some of the details.

Sister: I don't think that's going to be possible… You're a journalist.

Martin: I used to be.

Philomena: Martin's a Roman Catholic.

Martin: Yes, well no, I used to be.

Martin: My guess is that Anthony was adopted and sent to America.

Philomena: I think I would like to go. I'd like to know if Anthony ever thought of me. I thought of him everyday.

Martin: Philomena, how are you?

Philomena: I had a hip replacement last year, Martin, titanium, so it won't rust.

Martin: Otherwise I'd have to oil you like the tin man

Philomena: Is that right?

Martin: Oh no!

Jane: He's just joking, mom.

Pop: When you've gray hair, people think your heart never skipped.

Granny: Did yours ever skip?

Pop: Aye, it danced a bloody jig every time you walked in the room.

Granny: Nah. You were full of it then, and you're full of it now.

Pop: Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart.

Granny: Oh, is that what does it?

Pop: Yeah, well, you don't usually buy your wisdom with a walk in the park. Your heart has to explode.

Buddy: [[Chitty Chitty Bang Bang] We're going to the pictures. He's taking us to ].

Granny: What in the name of God is that?

Buddy: It's a flying car.

Granny: Oh, God, I've heard it all.

Buddy: It goes over a cliff, and you nearly fall out of your seat. Do you want to come? It'll be company for you till my Pop's home.

Granny: [[Lost Horizon (film)|Lost Horizons] If God had wanted me to see flying cars, I'd have been born with blinking wings. You love your films, don't you? I was a great one for the pictures when I was your age. I used to think you could climb right inside the screen and visit all those strange places you saw. Like that one in that film. What was that, uh...? Uh, ]. Did you ever see that?

Buddy: No. What was the name of the place, Granny?

Granny: [[w:Shangri-La|Shangri-La] ]. That's what they called it.

Buddy: Did you ever go there?

Granny: There were no roads to Shangri-La from our part of Belfast.

Buddy: She looks at me sometimes, but we're not allowed to talk in the class, so I can't say anything. And then when we go out to the playground, she always goes off with the other girls. Anyways, I think she loves that other fella.

Pop: Ah, you don't know that for sure. Women are very mysterious.

Granny: And women can smash your face in, too, mister.

Pop: Your granny's become less mysterious over the years.

Granny: I'm always saying to your man there, what's yours is mine, and what's mine's me own.

Pop: Oh, that puts me in mind of a great wee system we had in the old days for paying the rent. The rent man would come round and collect the money for every house in the whole street, and once he had done and all the rent books were marked up to date, one of the boys would hold him up at gunpoint in the back entry and take all the money back off him, and then he'd hand it straight back to all the residents in the street, with a little commission for the service. Yeah, it was a very effective system. And the rent man was so good about it in the end that eventually they cut him in for a wee bit, too, and everybody was happy. Except for the council, I suppose.

Miss Lewis: [[w:Sisyphus|Sisyphean] Well, I'm pleased to say your times tables were a lot more impressive to hear than your test scores were to read. The whole point of these weekly tests is to monitor your progress. The best will sit directly by my desk, the seat of learning, and the rest of you will view your ] struggles from the distance you have imposed upon yourself by a lack of application.

Lord Wessex: How is this to end?

Queen Elizabeth: As stories must when love's denied: with tears and a journey.

Queen Elizabeth: Master Kent, as I foretold, Lord Wessex has lost his wife to the theater. Go, make your farewell, and send her out.

Queen Elizabeth: [to Lord Wessex] Have her then, but you're a lordly fool. She's been plucked since I saw her last, and not by you... it takes a woman to know it.

Queen Elizabeth: I know something of a woman in a man's profession. Yes, by God, I do know about that.

M: We've pulled the files on anyone who might have had access or authority at Severnaya. The top name on the list is an old friend of yours, I understand.

Bond: Ourumov. They made him a general.

M: [about Ourumov] He sees himself as the next iron man of Russia, which is why our political analysts ruled him out. He doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.

Bond: Are these the same analysts who said that GoldenEye couldn't exist, who said the helicopter posed no immediate threat and wasn't worth following?

M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.

Bond: The thought had occurred to me.

M: Good. Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.

Bond: Point taken.

M: Not quite, 007. If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. I've no compunction about sending you to your death. But I won't do it on a whim. Even with your cavalier attitude towards life. I want you to find GoldenEye, find who took it, what they plan to do with it, and stop it. And if you should come across Ourumov, guilty or not, I don't want you running off on some kind of vendetta. Avenging Alec Trevelyan will not bring him back.

Bond: You didn't get him killed.

M: Neither did you. Don't make it personal.

Bond: [turns to leave] Never.

M: [Bond stops and turns to her] Bond. Come back alive.

M: [about the GoldenEye destruction of Severnaya] The Prime Minister's talked to Moscow; they said it was an accident during a routine training exercise.

Bond: Governments change. The lies stay the same.

Bill Tanner: [Bond coughs to indicate M is right behind them: Tanner winces as they both turn to face her] Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it–

M: You were saying?

Tanner: No, I was just, just–

M: Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.

Sheba Hart: [slaps Barbara; slaps Barbara again] What you say about me, about Richard - you're not fit to shine his shoes. And Ben, and Polly, that I'd be happier without them. Why did you do it? Because I didn't help you collect your cat? You've cost me my family!

Barbara Covett: No, no, take some responsibility! I gave you EXACTLY what you wanted! You'd still be stuck in that marriage without me.

Sheba Hart: What?

Barbara Covett: You can't accept it yet, but...

Sheba Hart: You think I wanted to be here with you?

Barbara Covett: You need me, I'm your friend!

Sheba Hart: You put me in prison, I could get TWO years!

Barbara Covett: They'll fly by! I'll visit you every week! We've so much life to live together!

Sheba Hart: [[Virginia Woolf|Virginia frigging Woolf] You think this is a love affair? A relationship? What, sticky gold stars, and - and a strand of my hair? And a receipt from Pizza Express? It's a flat in the Archway Road and you think you're ]! And where did you get my hair? Did you pluck it from the bath with some special fucking tweezers?

Barbara Covett: You know it's rude to read a person's diary, it's private!

Sheba Hart: We're not companions! We're not friends! You don't even like me!

Barbara Covett: That's not true, I only have tender feelings for you, only love!

Sheba Hart: You're barking, fucking mad. You don't know how to love. You have never, your whole life. Me, Jennifer Dodd. You're nothing but waste and disappointment! You bitter old virgin. You're lonely for a reason. They loathed you at school, all of them. I was the idiot who bothered, but only because no one told me you're a fucking vampire! So what is it, Bar? You want to roll around the floor like lovers? You want to fuck me, Barbara?

Barbara Covett: Please don't diminish our...

Sheba Hart: Our WHAT? What?

Barbara Covett: Give it back. I know you! Selfish and vain, you think you have a divine right! You don't belong in the world, you belong here! You big baby!

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] By the time I took my seat in the Gods, the opera was well into its final act.

Richard Hart: You're his teacher!

Sheba Hart: And you were mine! I'm not justifying. I'm not trying to justify it...

Richard Hart: You are so full of shit! It's totally different. You were twenty!

Sheba Hart: He's sixteen in May. He's not some innocent...

Richard Hart: Of course he's innocent! He's fucking fifteen! Are you insane? If you meant to destroy us, why not do it with an adult? That's the convention, it's worked for centuries!

Richard Hart: Excuse me. Could one of you tell me what's going on? Is this some kind of coven?

Barbara Covett: I can explain perfectly. Would you like me to?

Sheba Hart: No. It's just that Barbara's had some very bad news about her cat.

Richard Hart: My condolences. Poor, poor pussy. Can I have my wife back, please?

Barbara Covett: I don't like your tone.

Richard Hart: Why is she always here? What kind of fucking spell has she cast on you?

Barbara Covett: Well, that's when you should've stopped it.

Sheba Hart: I did! I told him I wouldn't teach him any more. But he refused to accept it, he just kept coming back. It began to feel like our secret, and well, secrets can be... seductive.

Sheba Hart: I hadn't been pursued like this for years... I knew it was wrong, and immoral, and completely ridiculous, but, I don't know. I just allowed it to happen.

Barbara Covett: The boy is fifteen!

Sheba Hart: But he's quite mature for his age!

Sheba Hart: When you started teaching, didn't you want to give them a real education to help overcome... the poverty of their backgrounds?

Barbara Covett: Oh yes, of course. But one soon learns that teaching is crowd control. We're a branch of the social services.

Sue Hodge: Console yourself with the gems. That's when it's satisfying. Then you can make a real difference.

Barbara Covett: The rest is just cattle-prod and pray.

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] This last month has been the most delicious time of my life. Of course we have had our ups and downs. The pressure is intense when two women share their lives. But, oh, but what marvelous intensity it is! Circumstances are not always ideal. The swinish press, the stringent bail terms, meetings with lawyers and so on. But all things considered, we're coping admirably. In fact, gold stars abundant. The cuckold permits her to see their children once a week. Thee are usually tears and fits of teenage tantrums, too. In time she'll recognise she's just not the mothering kind, and then Barbara will be there to comfort her. Nurse, beloved friend and wise counsel.

Barbara Covett: [voiceover; [w:Judas Iscariot|Judas; [w:Matthew the Apostle|Matthew] ] had the grace to hang himself. But only according to ] the most sentimental of the Apostles. Is this the last night of her old life? I wonder how long my messenger will take. Thank you. People like Sheba think they know what it is to be lonely. But of the drip, drip of the long-haul, no-end-in-sight solitude, they know nothing. What it's like to construct an entire weekend around a visit to the launderette. Or to be so chronically untouched that the accidental brush of a bus conductor's hand sends a jolt of longing straight to your groin. Of this, Sheba and her like have no clue.

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] People languish for years with partners who are clearly from another planet. We want so much to believe that we've found our other. It takes courage to recognise the real as opposed to the convenient. We want so much to believe that we've found our other. Takes courage to recognize the real as opposed to the convenient. When I was young I had such a vision of myself. I dreamed I'd be someone to be reckoned with, you know, in the world. But one learns one's scale. I've such a dread of ending my days alone. But recently, I've allowed myself to think that I may not be. Am I wrong?

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] As my mother would have said, the boy done her like a kipper. She has nowhere to turn but trusty old Bar. She mopes and mourns for her pubescent paramour, but she knows my interventions have saved her life. And she is sweetly grateful. Her betrayal hurt me more than I dare show. But I will forgive her and heal myself in private. She's worth it, this one. She's the one I've waited for. She's beginning to understand that her dalliance with Master Connolly was a consequence of her dead marriage. It's a sham, fueled only by the memory of former glories. I mean, the wonderful thing about Polly- Whereas we are going through the fire forging our friendship with a stronger bond each day. In fact, we are now entering a delicate new phase. We are silently and stealthily negotiating the terms of a life lived together. Now more than ever we are bound by the secrets we share.

Barbara Covett: [voiceover, after Sheba has confessed her affair] And then I realised my fury had blinded me. There was a magnificent opportunity here. With stealth, I might secure the prize long-term, forever in my debt. I could gain everything by doing nothing.

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] Here come the local pubescent proles. The future plumbers, shop assistants, and doubtless the odd terrorist too. In the old days, we confiscated cigarettes and wank mags. Now it's knives and crack cocaine. And they call it progress.

Barbara Covett: [voiceover] When I was young I had such a vision of myself. I dreamed I'd be someone to be reckoned with, you know, in the world. But one learns one's scale. I've such a dread of ending my days alone. But recently, I've allowed myself to think that I may not be. Am I wrong?

Barbara Covett: [voiceover, while writing in her diary] People trust me with their secrets. But who do I trust with mine? You, only you.

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.

Foreign Secretary: What's today's excuse, that Bond is legally blind?

M: No, minister.

Foreign Secretary: I don't think I need to tell you how upset the PM is.

M: With respect, the PM does have my direct line.

Foreign Secretary: And he'd have used it if he wanted to speak to you. I'm sorry, M, things have changed. We've had long discussions with our cousins. Mr Greene's interests and ours now align.

M: Minister, this man is a major player in one of the most dangerous and powerful organisations-

Foreign Secretary: We've never even heard of. Foreign policy cannot be conducted on the basis of hunches and innuendo.

M: Then give us time to gather enough evidence, so you can make informed decisions.

Foreign Secretary: [pause] Fine. Say you're right, say Greene is a villain. If we refused to do business with villains, we'd have almost no-one to trade with. The world's running out of oil, M. The Russians aren't playing ball, and the Americans and Chinese are dividing up what's left. "Right or wrong" doesn't come into it. We're acting out of necessity. Bond is running wild. Who's to say he hasn't been turned? Pull him in, or the Americans will put him down.

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!

M: [cut off from Gregory Beam while investigating Greene] He's a person of extreme interest.

M: Tanner, I asked about the man and got transferred to the Section Chief of South America. How would she know to do that if they weren't tracking him?

Tanner: I've got Bond.

M: Ask him about Slate.

Tanner: She wants to know about Slate.

Bond: Tell her Slate was a dead end.

Tanner: Slate was a dead end.

M: Damn it, he killed him!

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.

M: I couldn't give a shit about the CIA and their trumped-up evidence. Bond is my agent, and I trust him.

M: I think you're so blinded by inconsolable rage that you don't care who you hurt. When you can't tell your friends from your enemies, it's time to go.

M: When someone says we have people everywhere', you expect it to be hyperbole. Lots of people say that. Florists use that expression. It doesn't mean there's somebody working for them inside the bloody room!

James Bond: There is one strange thing. When I called our contact in Saigon, he said the Vietnamese only found the bodies of our sailors three hours ago.

Charles Robinson: How did they get the paper out so fast?

James Bond: Somebody at Tomorrow knew before the Vietnamese government did.

M: How much do you know about Elliot Carver, 007?

James Bond: Worldwide media baron. Able to topple governments with a single broadcast. Carver owns that newspaper, Tomorrow.

M: [hands Bond a document containing his mission] I didn't want to discuss this in front of the Minister, but that mysterious signal came from one of Carver's satellites. The PM would have my head if he knew we were investigating him. I'm sending you to Hamburg, 007. We've arranged for you to be invited tonight to a party at Carver's media centre.

Charles Robinson: They're celebrating the launch of a new satellite, because now he has the ability to reach every human being on Earth.

M: Except the Chinese, who've refused broadcast rights.

Moneypenny: [rolls down her window and displays documents] James, your ticket, cover story and rental car reservation. Sign here, please.

M: [as Bond signs one of the documents] I believe you once had a relationship with Carver's wife, Paris?

James Bond: That was a long time ago, M. Before she was married. I didn't realise it was public knowledge.

Moneypenny: Queen and country, James.

M: Your job is to find out whether it was Carver or someone in his organisation who sent that ship off course and why. Use your relationship with Mrs. Carver if necessary.

James Bond: I doubt if she'll remember me.

M: Remind her. Then pump her for information.

Moneypenny: You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James.

James Bond: If only that were true of you and I, Moneypenny.

Admiral Roebuck: That's preposterous! We know exactly where that ship was positioned! The GPS system–Global Positioning Satellites–do not lie!

M: Yes, but our Singapore station picked up a mysterious signal - on the GPS frequency at the time of the attack. It could have sent that ship off course.

Roebuck: I have a missing British frigate-

M: I'm aware of that!

Roebuck: And instead of decisive action, all you want to do is-

M: My goal is to prevent World War III, Admiral, and I don't think sending an armada into the recovery area is the best way to do it.

Defense Minister: Where exactly did this mysterious GPS signal come from?

M: We're still investigating.

Roebuck: Investigating". With all due respect, M, sometimes I don't think you have the balls for this job!

M: Perhaps. But the advantage is, I don't have to think with them all the time.

Defense Minister: That's enough. Now where do we stand?

Roebuck: It was an unprovoked attack held in international waters. We send in the fleet for recovery and prepare for full retaliation!

M: Moderation. We investigate and stop short of sending the entire British Navy within 10 minutes of the world's largest air force.

Defense Minister: When will our ships be in position?

Roebuck: 48 hours.

Defense Minister: Christ. The press are already screaming for blood; the last thing we want to do is escalate the situation.

James Bond: [arrives with a copy of the'' Tomorrow ''newspaper] I'm afraid it may be too late to worry about that.

Defense Minister: [reads the paper] Seventeen British sailors murdered"?! "According to Vietnamese officials who recovered the bodies, the victims were riddled with the same ammunition used by the Chinese Air Force.

M: Did you leak this?

Roebuck: No! This is the first I've heard of it.

Defense Minister: Well, this settles it: We send in the fleet. M, you have 48 hours to investigate.

Elektra King: [to Renard as she announces that she has captured M for him] Your present, courtesy of the late Mr. Bond.

Renard: My executioner.

M: Overpraise, I'm afraid. But my people will finish the job.

King: Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot. Just like you left me- you and my father.

M: Your father wasn't...

King: [leaves] My father was nothing! The kingdom he stole from my mother, the kingdom I will rightly take back.

M: I hope you're proud of what you did to her.

Renard: I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit. When I took her, she was promise itself. And then you left her at the mercy of a man like me. You made that happen. For what? To get to me? She's worth fifty of me.

M: For once, I agree with you.

Renard: [Renard reaches for an alarm clock and holds it in his hands] Yes. And now we both share a common fate. You will die along with everyone in the city. Along with the bright, starry, oil driven future of the West. Since you sent your men to kill me, I've been watching time tick away, marching towards my own death. Now you can have the same pleasure. Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time is up. And I guarantee you, I will not miss.

M: Knowing who to trust is everything in this business.

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.

Raoul Silva: [seeing M for the first time after years] You're smaller then I remember.

M: Whereas I barely remember you at all.

Raoul Silva: It's strange; for me, it just feels like yesterday. Are you surprised?

M: Not particularly, but then you always were a slippery one.

Raoul Silva: Maybe that's why you liked me so much.

M: You flatter yourself.

Raoul Silva: No remorse. Just as I had imagined.

M: Regret is unprofessional.

Raoul Silva: [laughs; [w: Government of China|They; beat.] Regret is unprofessional?" ] kept me for five months in a room with no air. They tortured me and I protected your secrets. I protected you. But they made me suffer and suffer and suffer. Until I realized, it was you who betrayed me. You betrayed me. So I had only one thing left: my cyanide capsule in my back left molar. You remember, don't you? So, I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It burned all of my insides, but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a disease. And then I understood why I had survived. I needed to look into your eyes one last time.

M: Well, I hope it was worth it. Mr. Silva, you're going to be transferred to Belmarsh Prison, where you will be remanded in custody, until the Crown Prosecution Service deem you fit to stand trial-

Raoul Silva: [interrupts.] Say my name. Say it. My real name. I know you remember it.

M: Your name is on the memorial wall of the very building you attacked. I will have it struck off. Soon, your past will be as non-existent as your future. I'll never see you again.

Raoul Silva: [They stop; he goes down on one knee, and removes a dental prosthesis from his upper palate, causing his left cheek to sag and revealing a gaunt, misshapen face and a row of rotted teeth.] Do you know what it does to you? Hydrogen cyanide? Look upon your work, mother.

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.

Eve: [beat.] I may have a shot. It's not clean. Repeat, I do not have a clean shot.

Eve: There's a tunnel ahead. I'm going to lose them.

M: Can you get into a better position?

Eve: Negative, there's no time.

M: [beat.] Take the shot.

M: I said, take the shot!

Eve: I can't, I may hit Bond!

M: Take the bloody shot!

Eve: [on speaker-phone, solemn.] Agent down.

M: Orphans always make the best recruits.

M: Too many people are dying because of me.

M: [Addressing a parliamentary committee.; [Tennyson] Chairman, ministers, today I've repeatedly heard how irrelevant my department has become. Why do we need agents, the 00 section? Isn't it all rather quaint? Well, I suppose I see a different world than you do, and the truth is that what I see frightens me. I'm frightened because our enemies are no longer known to us. They do not exist on a map, they aren't nations. They are individuals. And look around you - who do you fear? Can you see a face, a uniform, a flag? No, our world is not more transparent now, it's more opaque! It's in the shadows - that's where we must do battle. So before you declare us irrelevant, ask yourselves - how safe do you feel? Just one more thing to say. My late husband was a great lover of poetry, and um - I suppose some of it sunk in, despite my best intentions. And here today, I remember this, I think, from ]: "We are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

M: [To Gareth Mallory, having been told to retire from her job with dignity] Oh to hell with dignity, I'll go when the job is done.

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.

M: Who is it?

Command center operator 1: [''To M''; [w:cardiac arrest|cardiac arrest; ''To James''] It's 007. Bond's been poisoned. He's going into ]. Stay calm and don't interrupt. Because you'll be dead... within two minutes unless you do exactly what I tell you.

James Bond: I'm all ears.

Command center operator 1: Remove the defibrillator from the pouch.

Command center operator 1: [[w:Ventricular tachycardia|Ventricular tachycardia; [w:Digitalis|Digitalis] We're still scanning. Attach the leads to your chest. ]. ].

Command center operator 2: What do we give him?

Command center operator 1: [[w:amphetamine|amphetamines; [w:antihistamine|antihistamines...; [w:hydrocortisone|hydrocortisone; [w:Adrenaline|Adrenaline] The kit has ], ] ]. ]? As soon as it reads charged--

Command center operator 2: [[w:Lidocaine|Lidocaine] ]. That'll work.

Command center operator 1: Bond, don't push the red button yet. Do you hear me? Don't push it.

Command center operator 3: His heart's gonna stop.

Command center operator 1: [[w:combipen|combipen; ''James realizes a wire is unplugged and passes out with Vesper appearing, inserting the red wire into the shock pad and presses the red button, reviving James''] There's only time for one charge before he passes out. Take the blue ], Bond. Mid-neck into the vein. That'll counteract the digitalis. You're going to pass out in a few seconds. You need to keep your heart going. Push the red button now, Bond! Bond, push the damn button! Do it now!

James Bond: You okay?

Vesper Lynd: Me?

James Bond: Thank you.

Vesper Lynd: You're welcome. Now get yourself off to a hospital.

James Bond: [''Gets up''] I will do. As soon as I've won this game.

Vesper Lynd: You're not seriously going back there?

James Bond: [''Walking past her adjusting his tie nonchalantly''] I wouldn't dream of it.

M: [''James walks up to the crime scene of Solange's murder with abuzz with [[w:Crime scene investigation|CSIs] Quite the body count you're stacking up. She was tortured first. As you'd already killed her husband... she must have been the only one left to question. Did she know anything that could compromise you?

James Bond: No.

M: Not your name, what you were after?

James Bond: No.

M: [''MI6 technician appears''; ''To James''; [w:Albanian people|Albanian; [w:Chess prodigy|Chess prodigy; [w:poker|playing poker] Dimitrios worked as a middleman. Knew where to put his hands on weapons... and people who could use them. He worked with anyone who had money. For years he was involved with a man we knew as Le Chiffre... a private banker to the world's terrorists. He invested their money, gave them access to it wherever they wanted. Oh, good. You're here. ], we believe. ]. A bit of a mathematical genius and liked to prove it by ].

James Bond: [''In monotone voice upon being implanted with a tracking chip''; ''Getting scanned''] Ow. So you can keep an eye on me?

M: [[w:9/11 attacks|9/11...; [w:CIA|the CIA] Yes. When they analyzed the stock market after ] ] discovered a massive shorting of airline stocks. When the stocks hit bottom on 9l12, somebody made a fortune. The same thing happened this morning with Skyfleet stock... or was supposed to. With their prototype destroyed, the company would be near bankruptcy. Instead, somebody lost over $100 million betting the wrong way.

James Bond: You think it's this man Le Chiffre.

M: Which would explain how he could set up a high-stakes poker game... at Casino Royale in Montenegro. Ten players, $10 million buy-in, 5 million re-buy. Winner takes all. Potentially 150 million.

James Bond: Good. Then we'll know where he'll be. Do you want a clean kill or to send a message?

M: We want him alive. Le Chiffre doesn't have 100 million to lose.

James Bond: Has he been playing the stock market with his clients funds? They're not gonna be too happy when they find out it's gone. We can't let him win this game.

M: [''Walks away''] If he loses, he'll have nowhere to run. We'll give him sanctuary in return for everything he knows. I'm putting you in the game... replacing someone who's playing for a syndicate. According to Villiers. you're the best player in the Service. Trust me, I wish it wasn't the case. I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached... but I don't think that's your problem, is it, Bond?

James Bond: No.

M: [''Stops and turns''] Don't worry about keeping in touch. We'll know where you are.

James Bond: You can stop pretending. You knew I wouldn't let this drop, didn't you?

M: [''Walks away''] Well, I knew you were you.

Villiers: [''Calling and waking M up in the middle of the night''; [w:The Bahamas|The Bahamas] He's in ].

M: You woke me to share his holiday plans?

Villiers: He's logged into our secure website, using your name and password.

M: How the hell does he know these things?

James Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.

M: [''Angrily throws down a newspaper headlined [[w:MI6|MI6] Or yourself. You stormed into an embassy. You violated the only absolutely inviolate rule of international relationships, and why? So you could kill a nobody. We wanted to question him, not to kill him! ] KILLS UNARMED PRISONER onto a table in front of Bond] For God's sake, you're supposed to display some kind of judgment.

James Bond: I did. I thought one less bomb maker in the world would be a good thing.

M: Exactly. One bomb maker. We're trying to figure out how an entire network of terrorist groups is financed and you give us one bomb maker. Hardly the big picture, wouldn't you say? The man isn't even a true believer; he's a gun for hire. And thanks to your overdeveloped trigger finger, we have no idea who hired him, or why. And how the hell did you find out where I lived?

James Bond: Same way I found out your name. I thought "M" was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for--

M: [''Interrupts Bond''; ''Bond remains silent in agreement''] Utter one more syllable, and I'll have you killed. I knew it was too early to promote you.

James Bond: Well, I understand 00's have a very short life expectancy, so your mistake will be short-lived.

M: Bond, this may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand, but arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand-in-hand.

James Bond: So you want me to be half monk, half hit-man?

M: [''Bond heads for the elevator''] Any thug can kill. I want you to take your ego out of the equation, and to judge the situation dispassionately. I need to know that I can trust you, and that you know who to trust... and since I don't know that, I need you out of my sight. Go and stick your head in the sand somewhere and think about your future, because these bastards want your head. And I'm seriously considering feeding you to them. And Bond...don't ever break into my house again.

James Bond: Ma'am.

M: [[W:Prime Minister of the United Kingdom|Prime Minister; [Cold War] Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the ], and even he's smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, arse-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 00 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 the good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the ]!