Michael LonsdaleQuotes

Papa: Let me see your hands.

Papa: Too big for a good cook. That was my problem too! I had been a master, but I have thick, stupid butcher's hands just like yours. Oh, we are tragic men. Butcher's hands, gentle souls.

Papa: I blew up trains, bridges...and trucks full of Germans during the war. My brothers were killed, my papa and my sister were both hanged. She was a young girl.

Louis: Papa, the guest doesn't want to hear your war stories.

Papa: We paid this price, so Vichy scum could be replaced...by Gaullist scum...and the Nazis could be replaced by Stalin and America. We stay away from governments.

Golda Meir: Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises with its own values.

Papa: The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong but time and chance happens to them all. Evil falls suddenly, who can say when it falls?

Mossad Accountant: [he emphatically slams his hand on his desk] In the operational funds box we will deposit 250,000 American dollars. You take it out - we put more in. I want receipts! You are not working for the Baron Rothschild; you're working for Israel, a small country! I'm an old Galicianer from a mud hut in the Ukraine, and I don't trust Yekke putzes let loose in Europe with unlimited operational expenses!

Jean-Pierre: The forty seven Ronin. Do you know it?

Jean-Pierre: Forty seven samurai, whose master was betrayed and killed by another lord. They became ronin, masterless samurai, disgraced by another man's treachery. For three years they plotted, pretending to be thieves, mercenaries, even madmen. That I didn't have time to do, and then one night they struck, slipping into the castle of their lord's betrayer and killing him.

Sam: Nice. I like that. My kind of job.

Jean-Pierre: There's something more. All forty seven of them committed seppuku, ritual suicide, in the courtyard of the castle.

Sam: Well, that I don't like so much.

Jean-Pierre: But you understand it?

Sam: What do you mean, I understand it?

Jean-Pierre: The warrior code. The delight in the battle, you understand that, yes? But also something more. You understand there is something outside yourself that has to be served. And when that need is gone, when belief has died, what are you? A man without a master.

Sam: Right now I'm a man without a paycheck.

Jean-Pierre: The Ronin could have hired themselves to new masters. They could have fought for themselves. But they chose honor. They chose myth.

Sam: They chose wrong.

Jean-Pierre: At the end of the day we are likely to be punished for our kindnesses.

Hugo Drax: [Bond raises his hands] At least I shall have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery. Desolated, Mr Bond?

James Bond: [Drax gasps and staggers back towards an airlock; he lets Drax into the airlock] Heartbroken, Mr Drax. Allow me. Take a giant step for mankind!

Dr. Holly Goodhead: Where's Drax?

Bond: Oh, he had to fly.

Hugo Drax: Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?

James Bond: I discovered it had a crush on me.

Corinne Dufour: You called for me, Mr. Drax?

Hugo Drax: You were with Bond last night in my study.

Dufour: No! I...

Drax: You showed him the safe.

Dufour: I didn’t!

Drax: I’m terminating your employment. You will leave immediately.

Hugo Drax: You missed, Mr. Bond.

James Bond: [dryly; returns shotgun] Did I? As you said: "Such a good sport.

Hugo Drax: [opens airlock door] Allow me to introduce you to the airlock chamber. Observe, Mr Bond, your route from this world to the next. And you, Dr. Goodhead, your desire to become America's first woman in space will shortly be fulfilled.

Hugo Drax: Mr Bond…you defy all my attempts to plan an amusing death for you.

Hugo Drax: [after Bond and Dr. Goodhead have shut down the cloaking device on Drax's space station, exposing it to the world] James Bond. You appear with the tedious inevitability of an unloved season.

Hugo Drax: [addressing his staff aboard the space station] First there was the dream, now there is reality. Here, in the untainted cradle of the heavens, will be created a new super race, a race of perfect physical specimens. You have been selected as its progenitors; like Gods, your offspring will return to Earth and shape it in their image. You have all served in public capacities in my terrestrial empire. Your seed, like yourselves, will pay deference to the ultimate dynasty which I alone have created. From their first day on Earth they will be able to look up and know that there is law and order in the heavens.