Pierce BrosnanQuotes

Charles Hawkins: You could do worse than have a father who bails you out of jail.

Tyler: I don’t want to be bailed out of anything. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t call you.

Adam Lang: [''To Rycart on television''] You cheeky fuck!

Adam Lang: [''On his head-of-state jet to The Ghost''] Spare me the bleeding-heart bullshit! Do you know what I'd do if I was in power again? I'd have two queues at airports: one for flights where we'd done no background checks, infringed on no one's civil bloody liberties, used no intelligence gained by torture. And on the other flight we'd do everything we possibly could to make it perfectly safe. And then we'd see which plane the Rycarts of this world would put their bloody kids on! And you can put that in the book!

Adam Lang: [''Dictating to The Ghost''; [w:University of Cambridge|a couple of years out of Cambridge] Turned me on, indeed. Let's see, I was 23, something like that, ]. And I remember it was a Sunday afternoon, it was raining. I was still in bed. And someone starts knocking at the door. And, you know, I'd been out the night before and had a few drinks and what have you. So, I get the pillow and I put it over my head, and it starts up again. Knock, knock, knock, knock! And I get up, I'm swearing, I go to the door and there's this girl. She's soaking wet, but she just launches into this speech about the local elections. And that's it. I'm in love.

James Bond: It's too easy.

Alec Trevelyan: Half of everything is luck, James.

James Bond: And the other half?

Alec Trevelyan: Fate. Set the timers for six minutes.

James Bond: Six minutes, check.

Shadowy Figure: [points gun at Bond; in Russian; Ни одного выздоха! Где ваши?] Don't even breathe. Where are the others?

James Bond: I'm alone.

Alec Trevelyan: Aren't we all? You're late, 007.

James Bond: [Referring to knocking out a soldier who was sitting on a toilet] I had to stop in the bathroom.

Alec Trevelyan: Ready to save the world again?

James Bond: After you, 006.

Mrs. Doubtfire: [Drops false teeth in her wine] Oh.

Mrs. Doubtfire: [pretends to talk with no teeth; Attempts to retrieve false teeth with a fork] So sorry about that. Just one moment. "Carpe dentum." Seize the teeth.

Stu: [take his spoon to help Mrs. Doubtfire] May I assist you?

Mrs. Doubtfire: Oh, dear. Oh, a spoon! How clever! Make a pincer! Come at it from both sides.

Mrs. Doubtfire: [some of the wine sprays Stu in the face; Natalie starts laughing] Oh, thank you! There it is! Let's shake them off, like a dog... Sorry! Forgive me. Sorry about my spray. I'll be right back, just have to re-attach them with a little adhesive. Yes. And tell them to "puree the salmon", if you will.

Stu: Puree the salmon.

Maitre'd: Good evening, Mr. Lundy.

Lundy: I'm meeting someone. Has he arrived yet?

Maitre'd: No, I'm sorry, he hasn't arrived yet. But we can seat you. Smoking or non-smoking?

Lundy: Non-smoking, please.

Maitre'd: Non-smoking. Tanya will seat you. Table 15.

Tanya: This way, please.

Stu: Reservation, Dunmeyer.

Maitre'd: Yes, sir...Smoking or non-smoking?

Stu: Non-smoking.

Mrs. Doubtfire: SMOKING!

Miranda: Mrs. Doubtfire, you don't smoke.

Mrs. Doubtfire: [to Stu] No, I don't, but I did. Oh, dear, I found the best way to keep from smoking again and lighting up is to be around those who do smoke. I have to randomly ingest just a little bit of nicotine and it steels my wool. Oh, and I know you're Mr. Health. Bless you for putting yourself in harm's way.

Stu: Smoking.

Maitre'd: [to Tanya] All right, table 39. Table 39.

Mrs. Doubtfire: 39! My age! You're a saint. Thank you very much for humoring an old lady.

Maitre'd: Thank you.

Stu: Four iced teas, Todd.

Ron: So, whose rugrats?

Stu: Miranda Hillard's.

Ron: Miranda Hillard?

Stu: The woman I'm seeing.

Ron: No kidding? You? The guy who's never having kids? Won't have anything to do with kids? You won't even date a woman who's got kids.

Stu: People change, Ron. I'm pushing 40. I don't wanna spend the rest of my life by myself.

Ron: She's got an awful lot of baggage, though. Three kids?

Stu: [Todd puts the drinks on a tray offscreen] Three terrific kids, and I'm crazy about them, especially that little Natalie. Look at her. She's a sweetie pie. God knows they need some kind of stable father figure in their life right now. Thanks, Todd.

Ron: What about their real father?

Stu: What can I say, Ron? The guy's a loser. See ya.

Mrs. Doubtfire: [as Daniel; takes a lime and throws it at Stu's head. Stu looks back, angry; as Mrs. Doubtfire; Stu clears his throat and walks back to the family with the iced teas; as Daniel; Ron looks at Mrs. Doubtfire; as Daniel; takes a sip of beer] Loser? Oh, yeah. Oh, sir! I saw it! Some angry member of the kitchen staff. Did you not tip them? Oh, the terrorists - they ran that way. It was a run-by fruiting! I'll get them, sir. Don't worry. Oh, oh. Good waste of juice. Loser. What are you lookin at?

Catherine Banning: Oh! This must go over!

Thomas Crown: With whom?

Catherine Banning: Whoever you bring here.

Thomas Crown: I never bring anyone here.

Catherine Banning: That island isn't Manhattan.

Thomas Crown: It's not?

Catherine Banning: I have appointments.

Thomas Crown: Wanna keep em?

Catherine Banning: You complimented me.

Thomas Crown: How?

Catherine Banning: They were bankers.

Thomas Crown: Who?

Catherine Banning: Who? The suits. You're transferring assets. Getting ready to run.

Thomas Crown: Suppose I did run. What would you have? Not the painting, not the five million dollar fee, and not me.

Catherine Banning: Yes.

Thomas Crown: Suppose I gave you ten.

Catherine Banning: To fail? How would I hide it?

Thomas Crown: I'd teach you.

Catherine Banning: You really think there's happily ever after for people like us?

Thomas Crown: May I ask you a very personal question?

Catherine Banning: Why not.

Thomas Crown: Would you like another hit of espresso?

Thomas Crown: Would you..

Catherine Banning: ..like another hit of espresso, that's the very personal question?

Thomas Crown: That's as good as it gets.

Catherine Banning: Excuse me, may I ask you a very personal question?

Thomas Crown: Oh sure, by all means.

Catherine Banning: Do you really think I am going to sleep with the man I am investigating?

Thomas Crown: Is that the question?

Catherine Banning: Yes that's it.

Thomas Crown: Now why should I answer your question when you didn't seriously commit to my espresso?

Catherine Banning: All right, then I'll seriously commit to your espresso.

Thomas Crown: Do you want to dance? Or do you want to dance?

Thomas Crown: Have you figured out what you're going to say to your board when they realize you paid me thirty million more than others were offering?

Thomas Crown: A woman could trust me as long as her interests weren't too contrary to my own.

Harry Dalton: When we get out of here… and we will get out of here…what do you say we go down to Florida, we get ourselves a boat, and we stock it with all the nicest, yummiest things…we can possibly get our hands on, and we go out there and we catch ourselves a big, old, fat fish?

Harry Dalton: [While attempting to outrun the pyroclastic cloud] Oh, my God! Don't look back, kids! Don't look back!

Harry Dalton: This rig can take it. The engine's got a snorkel.

Harry Dalton: I've always been better at figuring out volcanoes than people & politics.

Harry Dalton: Paul, I think we should monitor the entire area. Get the whole shooting match in here. I don't know, but the acidity in the lake is high enough to bother me. There's enough carbon dioxide coming out of the soil to start killing trees and wildlife…Paul. Paul, you sent me up here to check. I'm doing that. I think attention should be paid.

Wai Lin: They're looking for us, James.

James Bond: Let's stay under cover.

Elliot Carver: [Bond surreptitiously activates the sea-drill behind them] You're too late again, Mr. Bond. It's a bad habit. There's nothing you can do. The missile is fully programmed, it can't be stopped. In a matter of minutes, my plan will succeed, and thanks largely to your efforts, the British Navy will destroy the evidence. And I'll be out of here, in a Carver News helicopter covering the event. It's going to be a fantastic show!

James Bond: [Carver notices the approaching drill as it breaks through a window; Bond uses the distraction to overpower him; Bond leaves Carver in the drill's path] I may have some breaking news for you, Elliot. You forgot the first rule of mass media, Elliot! Give the people what they want!

Carver: [realizing; horrified; Carver is killed by the drill] No, no, no! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Elliot Carver: Don't you realise how absurd your position is?!

James Bond: No more absurd than starting a war for ratings!

Carver: [[w:William Randolph Hearst|William Randolph Hearst; [w:Spanish-American War|war] Great men have always manipulated the media to save the world. Look at ], who told his photographers "You provide the pictures, I'll provide the ]". I've just taken it one step further.

Bond: [kills a henchman sneaking up on him] Sorry, I tuned out for a moment, Elliot.

Carver: Touché.

Wai-Lin: It's mostly dull routine, of course, but every now and then you get to sail on a beautiful evening like this. And sometimes work with a decadent agent of a corrupt Western power.

James Bond: And they say communists don't know how to have fun.

Wai-Lin: [[w:Little Red Book|little red book] Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I don't even have a "].

Elliot Carver: [brings up newspaper scans on the large screens covering the wall: European English-language editions of ''Tomorrow'' with one headline CRISIS GROWS and another reading CHINA WARNS OF WAR. sees third news headline THE EMPIRE WILL STRIKE BACK, flanked by UK and Chinese flags] You may have seen the General in the hallway just now but perhaps, with all your jetting around, you've not had a chance to peruse today's headlines. I rather like the last one. It isn't even mine!

James Bond: I never believe what I read in the press anyway.

Carver: Ha! Therein lies your problem, Mr. Bond. You see, we're both men of action, but your era and Miss Lin's is passing. Words are the new weapons, satellites the new artillery.

Bond: And you become the new Supreme Allied... Commander?

Carver: [[Caesar; [w:Legion XIII Gemina|legions; [Napoleon; [w:Grande Armée|his armies; points up; [w:Sermon on the Mount|Sermon on the Mount] Exactly! ] had his ], ] had ], I have my divisions. TV, news, magazines. And by midnight I'll have reached and influenced more people than anyone in the history of this planet, save God Himself. And the best He ever managed was the ].

Bond: You really are quite insane.

Carver: The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success.

Jack Wade: Yo, Jimbo!

James Bond: Wade? What the hell are you doing here?

Wade: [Leads Bond off the airstrip] Jimbo, you know the world's my office. This way. You know, officially, Uncle Sam's completely neutral in this turkey shoot.

Bond: And unofficially?

Wade: We have no interest in seeing World War III, unless we start it.

James Bond: [she turns around, looks at him, and slaps him] I always wondered how I'd feel if I saw you again. Now I know. Was it something I said?

Paris Carver: How about the words "I'll be right back"?

Elliot Carver: [[w:Bovine spongiform encephalopathy|mad cow disease] Anyway, there's absolutely no truth in this malicious rumour that I started running ] stories simply because Sir Angus Black, the great British beef baron, lost £10,000 to me in a game of poker and refused to pay up. Moreover, there's even less truth in the rumour I took a hundred million francs from the French to keep the stories running for another year.

Usherette: Excuse me, Mr. Carver.

Carver: Yes.

Usherette: This is the new banker, Mr?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

Carver: Another new banker. I seem to collect them. Tell me, Mr. Bond how's the market reacting to the crisis?

Bond: Well, currencies are off. Your stock is soaring.

Q: [Disguised as a rental car agent] If you'll just sign here, Mr. Bond. It's the insurance damage waiver for your beautiful new car. Will you need collision coverage?

James Bond: Yes.

Q: Fire?

Bond: Probably.

Q: Property destruction?

Bond: Definitely.

Q: Personal injury?

Bond: Well, I hope not, but accidents do happen.

Q: And they frequently do with you.

Bond: Well, that takes care of the normal wear-and-tear. Do I need any other protection?

Q: Only from me, 007. Unless you bring back that car back in pristine order.

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.

James Bond: [knocking a Carver henchman to his demise in a newspaper printing machine] They'll print anything these days.

James Bond: [after ejecting an assassin in the back seat of the jet he is flying into another jet, resulting in the other jet's destruction, along with both pilots] Backseat driver.

James Bond: [in bed with Jones] I was wrong about you.

Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, how so?

James Bond: I thought Christmas only comes once a year.

James Bond: [Elektra] Are you really going to commit suicide for her ?

Renard: You forget, I'm already dead!

Bond: Haven't you heard? So is she!

Renard: [stunned; screams] You're lying! LIAR!!

Bond: [he and Renard look at each other; twists a knob and impales Renard with the fuel rod ejected at him] She's waiting for you!

James Bond: [offering radio; Elektra is startled] Call him off. I won't ask again. Call him off. CALL HIM OFF!

Elektra: [says into the walkie-talkie; to Bond] Renard. You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.

Renard: [from the walkie-talkie] Yes?

Elektra: [Bond shoots her and she falls into her bed, dead. M sees the aftermath] Dive! Bo-

Bond: [coldly] I never miss.

Elektra King: I could have given you the world.

James Bond: The world is not enough.

King: Foolish sentiment.

Bond: [[On Her Majesty's Secret Service (film)|Family motto] ].

Dr. Christmas Jones: Do you wanna explain why you did that? I could have stopped that bomb! You almost killed us!

James Bond: I did kill us. She thinks we're dead and she thinks she got away with it.

Jones: Do you want to put that in English for those of us who don't speak spy? Who's she?

Bond: Elektra King.

Jones: Well, why would she blow up her own pipeline?

Bond: It makes her look innocent. The explosion covers up the theft of the plutonium... and they make it look like a terrorist attack.

Jones: [takes a tin of plutonium out of her bag] But why leave this half?

Bond: So there's enough to spread around to cover up for the part that they did take.

Jones: But what are they gonna do with the other half? Its not enough to make a nuclear bomb.

Bond: You're the scientist; you tell me.

Jones: I don't know... but the world's greatest terrorist running around with six kilos of weapons-grade plutonium can't be good. I have to get it back, or somebody's gonna have my ass.

Bond: First things first.

James Bond: [grabs Renard and holds him at gunpoint] Expecting Davidov? He caught a bullet instead of the plane. Get off and keep your mouth shut!

Renard: You can't kill me. I'm already dead.

Bond: Not dead enough for me.

Renard: You could show a little gratitude. I did spare your life at the banker's office. That's right; I couldn't kill you, you were working for me. You delivered the money, killed King and now you've brought me the plane.

Bond: What's your plan for the bomb?!

Renard: You first. Or could it be you don't have a plan?

Bond: That bomb will never leave this room!

Renard: Neither will you. How sad…to be threatened by a man who can't grasp what he's involved in.

Bond: Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.

Renard: [pulls away from Bond] And what do you believe in? Preservation of capital? Go ahead. Shoot me. I welcome it. My men will hear the shot and kill you.

Bond: And the firefight will bring down half the army from above.

Renard: But when a certain phone call isn't made in twenty minutes, Elektra dies.

Bond: You're bluffing.

Renard: She's beautiful, isn't she? You should have had her before, when she was innocent. How does it feel to know that I broke her in for you?

Bond: [as he puts the silencer on his P99] I usually hate killing an unarmed man. Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.

Renard: A man tires of being executed.

Bond: But in your case, I feel nothing, just like you.

R: Now, I daresay, 007, that you've met your match with this machine.

James Bond: [Putting on some nearby shades, that are really x-ray glasses] Yeah? New model, improved specs?

R: I thought you were on the Inactive roster; some kind of injury?

James Bond: Yes, well, we'll see about that. So...

R: As I was saying, the very latest in interception countermeasures. Titanium armor, a multi-tasking heads-up display, and six beverage cup holders. All in all, rather stocked.

Q: Fully loaded," I think is the term.

R: I think–

Q: You're not here to think, you're here to do what I tell you. Now, go put on the coat and demonstrate it for 007.

R: [Puts on the snow jacket] But of course. Now, watch closely, please, 007. The right arm goes in the right sleeve, thus, and the left arm in the left sleeve, thus. Now, note closely, please: pockets, poppers, and zipper. Take the lower part of the zipper, and insert it into the–

Q: [Q and Bond give a look to each other; Pulls a tag on the front of the jacket] Oh, pull the tag!

R: [An inflatable self-closing ball inflates out of the back of the jacket, then wraps around R. He falls and rolls around blindly, stuck in the ball] Oh! But you said–! Oooh! Q! Ooof!

James Bond: [Q chuckles and goes to a nearby platform] He seems well-suited for the job. Now, you're not retiring anytime soon...are you?

Q: Now, pay attention 007. I've always tried to teach you two things. First, never let them see you bleed.

Bond: And the second?

Q: [presses button and the platform lowers itself, and Q, into the floor] Always have an escape plan.

Miss Moneypenny: James! Have you brought me a souvenir from your trip? Chocolates? An engagement ring?

James Bond: [gives Miss Moneypenny a cigar tube] I thought you might enjoy one of these.

Miss Moneypenny: [throws the cigar tube in the bin] How romantic. I know exactly where to put that.

Bond: Oh Moneypenny, the story of our relationship: close, but no cigar.

Jinx: I told you I was a jinx!

James Bond: I should've warned you: my relationships don't seem to last, either.

James Bond: You looked like a man on the edge of losing control.

Gustav Graves: [[w:Donald Campbell|Donald Campbell] It's only by being on the edge that we know who we really are, under the skin. Take your ]; 1967, the Bluebird, water speed record.

Bond: Of course. Campbell died on his return run.

Graves: Yeah, but he died chasing a dream. Isn't that the way to go?

Bond: I'd rather not go at all. I see you don't chase dreams: you live them.

Graves: One of the virtues of never sleeping, Mr. Bond. I have to live my dreams. Besides, plenty of time to sleep when you're dead.

Q: [hands Bond a watch] A new watch, this is your 20th, I believe.

James Bond: How time flies.

Q: [Presses a button on his remote] Yes, well, 007, why don't you establish a record by actually returning this one... Your new transportation.

Bond: ... Maybe you've been down here too long.

Q: [Walks onto the platform. His image distorts around whatever is on the platform] The ultimate in British engineering.

Bond: You must be joking!

Q: [[Goldfinger|I never joke about my work; [w:Aston Martin Vanquish|Vanquish; Presses a button on his remote, exposing a new sportscar] As I learned from my predecessor, Bond, ]. Aston Martin calls it the ], we call it "The Vanish.

Bond: Oh, very good.

Q: [Reaches into the car, pulls out a big manual, handing it to Bond; Bond tosses the manual in the air. The activated target-seeking shotguns promptly blast it to pieces] Adaptive camouflage. Tiny cameras on all sides project the image they see onto a light-emitting polymer skin on the opposite side. See, to the casual eye, it's as good as invisible. Plus, all the usual refinements: ejector seat, torpedoes, target-seeking shotguns to shoot down mobile objects. Why don't you acquaint yourself with the manual? You should be able to shoot through that in a couple of hours.

Bond: Just took a few seconds, Q.

Q: Wish I could make you vanish.

James Bond: [Looking in Q's lab] So, this is where they keep the old relics, eh?

Q: I'll have you know, this is where our most cutting-edge technology is developed.

Bond: [Activates the knife in the briefcase used in [[From Russia With Love] Hmm, point taken.

Q: Must you touch everything?

Bond: [Notices the jet-pack from [[Thunderball] Does this still work?

Q: Now, look–

Bond: So, where is this "cutting-edge" stuff?

Q: I'm trying to get to it!

Q: Forgive my mentioning it, 007, but a perfect marksman isn't really supposed to shoot his own boss.

James Bond: [[Monty Python and the Holy Grail#The Black Knight|she's only got a flesh wound] Check the replay. You'll find he's dead and ].

Q: There's always an excuse, isn't there, 00-Zero?

Bond: Give me the old firing range any day, quartermaster.

Q: Yes, well it's called the future, so get used to it.

Zao: I am Zao. You are late.

Colonel Moon Tan-Sun: Mr. Van Bierk! I've been looking forward to this meeting.

James Bond: [takes off his sunglasses] Me, too. My African military friends owe you many thanks, Colonel Moon. Few men have the guts to trade conflict diamonds since the UN embargo.

Moon: [Bond glances at Colonel Moon's collection of imported sportscars] I know all about the UN. I studied at Oxford and Harvard. Majored in Western hypocrisy.

Bond: From your modest little collection of cars, I would never have guessed.

Moon: Show me the diamonds.

Bond: [Zao picks up his radio] Show me the weapons.

Zao: [radios in Korean; The gate opens and several hovercraft enter the compound] Bring the weapons.

Bond: Hiding weapons in the Demilitarized Zone. That's a bit of a minefield out there.

Moon: America's cultural contribution. One million landmines, and my hovercrafts float right over them.

Moon: [Bond starts to hand the briefcase to Moon. Zao grabs it and hands it to Moon's diamond analyst] RPGs, flamethrowers, automatic weapons, and enough ammunition to run a small war. My diamonds?

Zao: [in Korean; The analyst opens the briefcase and looks at the diamonds] Check it over, quick.

Bond: Don't blow it all at once.

Moon: [Zao checks his cell phone and sees Bond's MI6 file on screen. He looks at Colonel Moon, who comes over] Oh, I have special plans for this consignment.

Zao: [whispers; Colonel Moon thinks about this. A moment later, he turns around and takes off his cap] His name is James Bond, a British assassin.

Moon: [He hops on the hovercraft and is handed an XM29 launcher] Mr. Van Bierk, let me show you something. Our new tankbuster. Depleted uranium shells, naturally.

James Bond: Naturally.

Moon: [Colonel Moon hops off the hovercraft] How do you propose to kill me now, Mr. Bond? It's pathetic, that you British still believe you have the right to police the world. But, you will not live to see the day all Korea is ruled by the North.

Bond: Then you and I have something in common.

James Bond: [figures out that Gustav Graves and Colonel Moon are the same person] So you lived to die another day..Colonel.

James Bond: [At the party in the ice palace of Gustav Graves; [w:vodka martini|Vodka martini] ]. Plenty of ice, if you can spare it.