Sean ConneryQuotes

Detective Inspector Johnson: [grabs Baxter's hand, squeezes] It hasn't always been like this, like it is now. I can't think, I can't stop thinking. Is it like that? Is it the same for you? Is your mind full of things all the time? Thoughts, pictures, shadows, darkness. White, smooth white legs, thighs and breasts, blood and pain?

Kenneth Baxter: You're hurting me.

Detective Sergeant Johnson: [sobbing] Help me!

Kenneth Baxter: You're hurting me.

Detective Sergeant Johnson: Help me!

Kenneth Baxter: [breaks free from Johnson] Help your bloody self!

Detective Sergeant Johnson: Every single thing I've ever felt, wanted to feel, in one moment - hitting him. I had to hit him again. Somehow, I didn't have any choice. I wanted what he could give me, sitting there, letting me hit him. I wanted that. He knew. He was saying, like, "Welcome home." I had to kill him.

Detective Sergeant Johnson: Here in a room like this one, you find something about yourself. Something like the truth.

Detective Sergeant Johnson: The more I drink, the more sober I get.

Detective Sergeant Johnson: They wouldn't know Christmas from pancake bloody Tuesday.

Arthur: [thrusts sword onto the ground; kneels but suddenly rises with sword; everybody is surprised and Malagant's men draw swords too; gets shot by several crossbow bolts; loses sword] I have no pride left in me. What I do, now I do for my people and for Camelot. And may they forgive me. This is my last act as your king. Do not be afraid. All things change. I am Arthur of Camelot, and I command you now... all... TO FIGHT!! Fight like you've never fought before! Never surrender! Never surrender! Fight as you never-

Guinevere: NO!!!

Arthur: [as the knights get him out of danger; the citizens and knights start attacking Malagant's troops] CAMELOT LIVES!!!!

Malagant: BURN IT! BURN EVERYTHING!

Malagant: [points to the empty seat; sets his sword down on the table] May I congratulate the king on his forthcoming marriage. I see my place hasn't been taken yet. To think that I was once first among your knights.

Arthur: You left this council of your own free will.

Malagant: We each of us must follow our own road, my lord, and mine had further to go.

Arthur: And where does your road take you, Malagant? To Lyonesse?

Malagant: [innocently] Lyonesse is my neighbor! I've offered the lady a treaty of friendship. I still await an answer.

Guinevere: You call burning villages an act of friendship?

Malagant: Oh yes, my lady. Since your honored father's death, your land has been more lawless by the day. Were you yourself not attacked on the road here?

Guinevere: You know who attacked me.

Malagant: I made it my business to know. The bandits have been hunted down. Justice has been done.

Guinevere: [angrily] What justice? You know no law higher than yourself!

Arthur: [reading; to Guinevere] Armed forces to be given access to all Lyonesse. Troops to assist in the enforcement of law in all Lyonesse." Do you want to sign this?

Guinevere: I'll never sign it.

Arthur: There's your answer. She says no.

Malagant: She's very brave. Now she's to be married. So, is Lyonesse to come under the protection of Camelot?

Arthur: Is Lyonesse in need of protection?

Malagant: [scoffs] Come, Arthur. I'm here to settle this business. We both know Lyonesse is too weak to stand alone. Let's say half each. The lesser gives way to the greater, and what nation could be greater than Camelot, the land of justice and the hope of mankind? Come. Your hand on it. We'll all live together as friends.

Arthur: [hands his treaty back] You offer me what isn't yours to give.

Malagant: [to the rest of the council] You all know me. You know I'm a man of my word. Don't make an enemy of me. I mean no harm to Camelot.

Arthur: [rises] You know the law we live by. And where is it written, "Beyond Camelot live lesser people, people too weak to protect themselves; let them die", hmm?

Malagant: Other people live by other laws, Arthur. Or is the law of Camelot to rule the entire world?

Arthur: There are laws that enslave men, and laws that set them free. Either what we hold to be right and good and true is right and good and true, for all mankind, under God, or we're just another robber tribe.

Malagant: Your fine words are talking you out of peace and into war.

Arthur: There's a peace that's only to be found on the other side of war. If that battle must come, I will fight it!

Sir Agravaine: [the other knights echo him] And I!

Malagant: [contemptuous] The great Arthur... and his great dream. No dream lasts forever.

Arthur: God uses people like you, Lancelot. Because your heart is open. You hold nothing back. You give all of yourself.

Lancelot: If you knew me better, you would not say such things.

Arthur: Oh, hey, I take the good with the bad, together. I can't love people in slices.

Lt. Col. Alan Caldwell: We used to joke that being in the army was not a matter of life and death. It's more important than that.

Honey Ryder: [Bond looks shocked] I put a black widow spider underneath his mosquito net ... a female, they're the worst. It took him a whole week to die. Did I do wrong?

James Bond: Well, it wouldn't do to make a habit of it.

Dr. No: The Americans are fools. I offered my services, they refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay for their mistake.

James Bond: [[Napoleon] World domination, same old dream. In England, our sanitariums are full of men who think they are ]. Or God.

Dr. No: I'm a member of SPECTRE.

James Bond: [confused] SPECTRE?

Dr. No: SPECTRE. SPecial Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, and Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power headed by the greatest brains in the world.

Bond: Correction. Criminal brains!

Dr. No: The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be!

Construction worker: How did it happen?

James Bond: I think they were on their way to a funeral.

James Bond: Moneypenny! What gives?

Miss Moneypenny: Me, given an ounce of encouragement. You've never taken me to dinner looking like this. You've never taken me to dinner ...

Bond: I would, you know. Only M would have me court-martialed for... illegal use of government equipment.

Moneypenny: Flattery will get you nowhere — but don't stop trying.

Sylvia Trench: When did you say you had to leave?

James Bond: Immediately... almost immediately.

Felix Leiter: Where did you get that suit?

James Bond: My tailor, in Savile Row.

Leiter: [[Central Intelligence Agency] Mine's from Washington. Felix Leiter, ].

James Bond: I admire your courage, Miss...?

Sylvia Trench: Trench. Sylvia Trench. I admire your luck, Mister...?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

James Bond: [when Professor Dent aims revolver at him - but its empty; aims his own pistol; shoots Dent twice, killing him.] That's a Smith & Wesson, and you've had your six.

Marnie Edgar: Can't you understand? Isn't it plain enough? I cannot bear to be handled.

Mark Rutland: By anybody? Or just me?

Marnie Edgar: You... Men!

Mark Rutland: Really? You didn't seem to mind at my office that day, or at the stables. And all this last week I've handled you.

Marnie Edgar: I don't believe in luck.

Mark Rutland: What do you believe in?

Marnie Edgar: Nothing.

Mark Rutland: Well why didn't you jump over the side?

Marnie Edgar: The idea was to kill myself, not feed the damn fish.

Mark Rutland: I think I'll go on calling you Marnie: pet name. Doesn't really matter; you can call yourself "Minnie Q. Mouse" on a marriage license.

Marnie Edgar: You know who I am: I'm "Minnie Q. Thief"!

Marnie Edgar: You don't love me. I'm just something you've caught! You think I'm some sort of animal you've trapped!

Mark Rutland: That's right - you are. And I've caught something really wild this time, haven't I? I've tracked you and caught you and by God I'm going to keep you.

Mark Rutland: When we get home, I'll explain that we had a lover's quarrel... That you ran away... That I went after you and brought you back. That'll please Dad. He admires action. Then I'll explain that we re gonna be married before the week is out... That I can't bear to have you out of my sight. He also admires wholesome animal lust.

Mark Rutland: I'm fighting a powerful impulse to beat the hell out of you.

Mark Rutland: You're very sexy with your face clean.

Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez: Most people have a full measure of life, and most people just watch it slowly drip away. But if you can summon it all up, at one time in one place, you can accomplish something glorious!

James Bond: * First time this line is said by Bond.

James Bond: Auric Goldfinger." Sounds like a French nail varnish.

James Bond: [''After electrocuting an assassin''] Shocking. Positively shocking.

Hannah: And you really didn't sleep with her?

Paul: No.

Hannah: And you didn't want to sleep with her?

Paul: Good God, yes, I did.

Paul: What are you thinking?

Paul: If I have to wear a tux, she has to wear a bra.

Paul: You know, I never knew what love was until I met your mother. And by then it was too late.

Jim Malone: [chasing a knife-armed thug out of his house with a shotgun] Isn't that just like a Wop? Brings a knife to a gunfight! Get outta here, you Dago bastard! Go on, get your ass outta here!

Jim Malone: [to Ness, preparing for the liquor raid at the border] Take it easy...take it easy! It'll all happen in time. This is the job. Don't wait for it to happen. Don't even want it to happen. Just watch what does happen.

Jim Malone: [When asked about if a cop is trustworthy] Well, he'd better be - he's my cousin.

Jim Malone: [about finding a team member not under Capone's influence] If you're afraid of getting a rotten apple, don't go to the barrel. Get it off the tree.

Jim Malone: That's the second rule of police work. If you want to keep a secret, don't tell the boss.

Jim Malone: You just fulfilled the first rule of law enforcement: Make sure when your shift is over, you go home alive.

Jim Malone: [to Ness] Welcome to Chicago. This town stinks like a whorehouse at low tide.

William Forrester: [Jamal opens the letter] Dear Jamal, Someone I once knew wrote that we walk away from our dreams afraid that we may fail or worse yet, afraid we may succeed. You need to know that while I knew so very early that you would realize your dreams, I never imagined I would once again realize my own. Seasons change young man, and while I may have waited until the winter of my life, to see the things I've seen this past year, there is no doubt I would have waited too long, had it not been for you.

William Forrester: Yes! YES! You're the man now, dog!

William Forrester: Punch the keys, for God's sake!

William Forrester: Why is it that the words that we write for ourselves are always so much better than the words we write for others?

William Forrester: Bolt the door, if you're coming in.

William Forrester: [put on glasses; drinking a water; pointing to a 'writers's wall of fame picture] My name is...William Forrester. Excuse me. I'm that one.

William Forrester: No thinking — that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing is... to write, not to think!

William Forrester: The key to a woman's heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time.

William Forrester: [to Jamal] What you write in this apartment stays in this apartment. No exceptions.

James Bond: Oh, no.

Nigel Small-Fawcett: I'm sorry, Mr. Bond. Obviously caught you at a bad moment.

James Bond: M sent you.

Nigel Small-Fawcett: Only to plead for your return, sir. M says that without you in the service, he fears for the security of the civilized world.

James Bond: Never again.

Domino Petachi: Never?

Fatima Blush: [points her gun at Bond] Hold it! Sit up. Your gun. Carefully. Over here. Spread your legs. Good. Very good. You're quite a man, Mr. James Bond. But I am a superior woman. Guess where you get the first one.

James Bond: Well, in view of your hatred of men...

Fatima Blush: [enraged; normal] LIAR! You know that making love to Fatima was the greatest pleasure of your life.

James Bond: Well, to be perfectly honest, there was this girl in Philadelphia...

Fatima Blush: SHUT UP! I am the best.

James Bond: Yes. Yes, you're right. In fact, I was going to put you in my memoirs as...number one.

Fatima Blush: [keeps pointing her gun at Bond and gives the newspaper to him; Bond takes the pen-gun out of his pocket] Write. Write. Now write this: "The greatest rapture in my life was afforded me in a boat in Nassau by Fatima Blush. Signed James Bond, 007".

James Bond: I just remembered...It's against service policy for agents to give out endorsements.

Fatima Blush: WRITE!

James Bond: Right now?

Fatima Blush: [last words] Right now.

James Bond: Not perfected yet"?

James Bond: Is it far to the reef?

Fatima Blush: It's far enough. We've got time to kill.

Maximilian Largo: Do you lose as gracefully as you win?

James Bond: I don't know, I've never lost.

Maximilian Largo: Are you a man who enjoys games?

James Bond: Depends with whom I'm playing.

Fatima Blush: Oh, how reckless of me. I made you all wet.

James Bond: Yes, but my martini is still dry. My name is James.

M: Too many free radicals. That's your problem.

James Bond: Free radicals," sir?

M: Yes. They're toxins that destroy the body and the brain, caused by eating too much red meat and white bread and too many dry martinis!

James Bond: Then I shall cut out the white bread, sir.

M: Oh, you'll do more than that, 007. From now on you will suffer a strict regimen of diet and exercise; we shall purge those toxins from you!

James Bond: Shrublands?

M: You got it!

Q: Good to see you Mr Bond, things have been awfully dull around here...Now you're on this, I hope we're going to have some gratuitous sex and violence!

James Bond: I certainly hope so too.

James Bond: [When asked by a US Submarine Captain how he knew top secret US information] From a Russian translation of one of your service manuals.

Tatiana Romanova: Horrible, horrible woman.

James Bond: Yes, she had her kicks.

Donald Grant: [''Bond does so''] Keep still. Alright, now get up on your knees. Put your hands in your pockets. Keep em there.

James Bond: Red wine, with fish. Well, that should have told me something.

Donald Grant: You may know the right wines... but you're the one on your knees. How does it feel, old man?

James Bond: Old man?" Is that what you chaps in S.M.E.R.S.H. call each other?

Donald Grant: [''Puzzled''] S.M.E.R.S.H?

James Bond: [''Frowns, then realizes''; ''Pause''; ''Grant smirks''] ... Of course. S.P.E.C.T.R.E. Then it wasn't a Russian show at all. You've been playing us all against each other, haven't you? Then it was S.P.E.C.T.R.E. who killed the Russian agent in the mosque. You?

Donald Grant: Mm-hm.

James Bond: Kerim, and the other man?

Donald Grant: Mm-hm.

James Bond: [''Angrily''] And Nash?

Donald Grant: [''Smugly''; ''Keeping Bond covered, he pulls Bond's gun out of his pocket and screws a suppressor onto the barrel''] Oh, I don't mind talking. I get a kick out of watching the great James Bond find out what a bloody fool he's been making of himself. We're pros, Mr. Bond. We sweated your recognition code out of one of your men in Tokyo, before he died. Since then, I've been keeping tabs on you. I've been your guardian angel. Saved your life at the gypsy camp.

James Bond: [''Nods''] Ah, yes. I am much obliged.

Donald Grant: We needed you alive until you could get us the L.E.K.T.O.R.

James Bond: [''Nods''] So you had me deliver it on a plate. That's brilliant. Go on, I'm fascinated.

Donald Grant: Now that we have it, you and the girl are expendable... between here, and Trieste. Keeping Bond covered with the silenced gun, he puts his own gun away]

James Bond: ... The girl? Isn't she working for S.P.E.C.T.R.E., too?

Donald Grant: No. She thinks she's doing it all for Mother Russia. She takes her orders from Colonel Klebb.

James Bond: But Rosa Klebb's Russian- Head of Operations for S.M.E.R.S.H.

Donald Grant: Was. Klebb works for S.P.E.C.T.R.E. now. The girl doesn't know that.

James Bond: ...Well, then why kill her?

Donald Grant: [''Pulls a small roll of film from his pocket, smirking''; ''Tosses it on the floor and pulls a letter from his pocket''] Orders. That's only half of it, old man. Here's a roll of film. She'll have it in her handbag. And on you, they'll find this letter. It's from her, threatening to give the film to the press unless you marry her for helping you get the L.E.K.T.O.R.

James Bond: [''Confused''] What film?

Donald Grant: [''Smirking''] Taken in the bridal suite of your hotel. Something else the girl didn't know about...or you. (snickers)

James Bond: [''Angrily''] It must be a pretty sick collection of minds to dream up a plan like that.

Donald Grant: Do you see the headlines? "British Agent Murders Beautiful Russian Spy, then Commits Suicide.

James Bond: [''Scornfully''] Tell me- which lunatic asylum did they get you out of?

Donald Grant: [''Stands up, coldly''; ''He backhands Bond hard across the face''] Don't make it tougher on yourself. My orders are to kill you and deliver the L.E.K.T.O.R. How I do it's my business. It'll be slow and painful.

James Bond: How much are they paying you?

Donald Grant: What's it to you?

James Bond: We'll double it.

Donald Grant: [''Steps back, mockingly''; ''Glances at his pistol and smirks''; ''Snarling''] Your "word of honor, as an English Gentleman?" The first one won't kill you...nor the second. Not even the third. Not til you crawl over here, and you kiss my foot!

James Bond: ...How about a cigarette?

Donald Grant: Not a chance.

James Bond: I'll pay for it.

Donald Grant: ...What with?

James Bond: Fifty gold sovereigns.

Donald Grant: ...Where are they?

James Bond: Up there, in my case.

Donald Grant: [''Bond opens the case but angles it so that Grant can't see him turning the catches horizontally''] You show me.

James Bond: [''Pulls out the sovereigns and holds them out''] All right, how about that cigarette?

Donald Grant: [''Putting on his killing gloves''; ''Bond drops the coins by Grant's feet''] Throw em down there. More in the other case?

James Bond: [''Pretends to think''; ''Pushes his case aside and reaches quickly for Nash's case''] I should imagine so; it's a standard kit. I'll have a look.

Donald Grant: [''Sharply''; ''Bond does so, looking defeated''] Put your hands back in your pockets. Keep em there.

James Bond: You won't be needing this... "old man".

James Bond: Your clock: is it correct?

Russian Consulate clerk: Always.

James Bond: Of course.

James Bond: Excuse me, you did say your clock was correct?

Russian Consulate clerk: Russian clocks are always ...

James Bond: Is this the Lektor?

Tatiana Romanova: [''Coughing''] Yes.

James Bond: [''Giving his gas mask to Romanova''] Here take this. It's only tear gas.

Tatiana Romanova: I thought it was for tomorrow. But today is the 13th.

James Bond: It's a hell of a time to be superstitious.

Tatiana Romanova: The mechanism is... Oh, James, James... Will you make love to me all the time in England?

James Bond: Day and night. Go on about the mechanism.

James Bond: You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

Tatiana Romanova: Thank you, but, I think my mouth is too big.

James Bond: No, it’s the right size... for me, that is.

Kerim Bay: A gift from your navy. It is a pity we cannot hear too. How are things in there?

James Bond: Well, from this angle... things are shaping up nicely.

James Bond: You won't be needing this, Old man!

James Bond: Red wine with fish... Well, that should have told me something.

Allan Quatermain: [''last words to Tom, as he's dying''] May this new century be yours, son, as the old one was mine.

Allan Quatermain: [Knocks out an enemy by smashing a liquor bottle on him; looks at the broken bottle] Wicked waste.

Allan Quatermain: [''teaching Tom to shoot''; ''Tom shoots and misses''] Take your time. Too soon, but that was bloody close.

Allan Quatermain: [''About Hyde''] That was naughty!

Allan Quatermain: [[American] Very ]. Fire enough bullets and hope to hit the target.

Allan Quatermain: Automatic rifles. Who in God's name has automatic rifles?

Allan Quatermain: If you can't do it with one bullet, don't do it at all.

Tiffany Case: Darling, why are we suddenly staying in the Newlywed Suite at the Whyte House?

James Bond: In order to form a more perfect union.

Tiffany Case: Listen, you can drop me off at the next corner. This whole thing is getting a little out of hand. No regrets, but when you start stealing moon machines from Willard Whyte, Good bye and Good Luck!

James Bond: Just relax, I have a friend named Felix who can fix anything.

Case: [after being pulled over by the sheriff; sarcastically] Is he married? Relax, you've got a friend named Felix who can fix anything.

Bond: Unfortunately, so can Willard Whyte.

James Bond: [looking down] Exceptionally fine shot.

Slumber Inc. Attendant: I didn't know there was a pool down there.

Plenty O'Toole: Hi, I'm Plenty.

James Bond: [looks at cleavage] But of course you are.

O'Toole: Plenty O'Toole.

Bond: Named after your father perhaps?

Tiffany Case: My God ..You've just killed James Bond!

James Bond: [James Bond in disgust] Is that who it was? Well, it just proves no one's indestructible.

Sir Donald Munger: Tell me, Commander, how far does your expertise extend into the field of diamonds?

James Bond: Well, hardest substance found in nature, they cut glass, suggests marriage, I suppose it replaced the dog as the girl's best friend. That's about it.

M: Refreshing to hear that there is one subject you're not an expert on!

James Bond: [after flinging Mr. Wint with a bomb into the ocean] Well, he certainly left with his tails between the legs.

James Bond: [after killing what appears to be Blofeld] Welcome to hell, Blofeld.

James Bond: [after bond throws Hans into a piranha tank] Bon appetit.

James Bond: [Coded message to headquarters after being waylaid by attack helicopters] Little Nelly got a hot reception. Four big shots made improper advances toward her, but she defended her honour with great success.

James Bond: [about to make love to Helga Brandt] Oh the things I do for England.

Domino: Vargas's behind you.

James Bond: Really?

Domino: He must have followed us.

Bond: I think he got the point.

Domino: It should have been Largo.

James Bond: [placing Fiona's body in a chair after her assassins accidentally shoot her; to other guests] Do you mind if my friend sits this one out? She's just dead.

James Bond: [at Col Jacques Bouvar's funeral; punches the "widow" in the face] Madame, I've, er, come to offer my... sincere condolences.