Timothy DaltonQuotes

Allan Pinkerton: My professional opinion is that you've managed to piss off the wrong bunch of farm boys this time.

Henry: I want to reach a settlement. I left you with too little earlier.

Phillip II: Yes, nothing is too little.

Henry II: I'm sorry you're not fonder of me, lad. Your father always said, "Be fond of stronger men".

Phillip II: No wonder he loved everyone.

Henry II: I've come to offer you peace.

Phillip II: [smiles] Piss on your peace.

Henry II: Your father would have wept.

Phillip II: My father was a weeper.

Henry II: Fight me and you'll lose.

Phillip II: I can't lose, Henry — I have time. Just look at you — great, heavy arms, but every year they get a little heavier. The sand goes pit-pat in the glass. I'm in no hurry, Henry. I've got time.

Henry II: Suppose I hurry things along. Suppose I say that England is at war with France.

Philip II: Then France surrenders. I don't have to fight to win. Take all you want — this county, that one — you won't keep it long.

Henry II: What kind of courage have you got?

Phillip II: The tidal kind — it comes and goes.

Henry II: Now see here, boy...

Philip II: I am a king - I am no man's "boy!

Henry II: A king? Because you put your ass on purple cushions?

Phillip II: [makes to leave] Sir.

Henry II: Oh, Phillip. Come now, you haven't got the feel for this at all. When I bellow, bellow back!

Prince Barin: We owe everything to Flash!

Prince Barin: [brandishing a laser rifle at some technicians] FREEZE you bloody bastards! Deactivate the lightning field!

Prince Barin: [[w:Harry Houdini|Houdini; to Zarkov, while blindfolded and manacled to a dungeon wall] Tell me more about this man ].

Prince Barin: [to Flash; then to all] Where you go, I follow. Listen to me! Listen! There is something finer in this galaxy than Ming's law!

Prince Barin: [to Flash; Princess Aura] Welcome back from the grave. I knew you were up to something, though I'll confess I never thought of necrophilla.

Jenny Blake: Everything about you is a lie.

Neville Sinclair: [laughs evilly; launches in the rocket pack] It wasn't lies, Jenny... It was acting. I'll miss Hollywood.

Cliff Secord: I don't think so.

Cliff Secord: What's it like working for a Nazi, Eddie? Huh? He pay you in dollars or deutschmarks?

Eddie Valentine: [to Sinclair] What's he talking about?

Secord: Oh I got it straight from the Feds, Eddie. Nazi spy ring, flying commandos, the works.

Neville Sinclair: [laughs] Kid's been flying where the air is too thin.

Jenny Blake: Ask him about the secret room. Ask him about the Germans on the radio.

Valentine henchman: [points Tommy gun at Lothar] Relax, Frankenstein. You ain't bullet proof.

Valentine: Talk fast, Sinclair.

Secord: You tell him, Eddie.

Valentine: [to Cliff] Shut up!

Sinclair: Come on, Eddie, I'm paying you well. Does it matter who I work for?

Valentine: [points pistol at him and the mobsters follow] It matters to me. I may not make an honest buck, but I'm a hundred percent American. And I don't work for no two-bit Nazi. Let her go.

Sinclair: [laughs; SA commandos appear out of the bushes] Sturm-Abteilung, angreifen!!!

Jenny Blake: Oh, my God... Neville Sinclair is a-

Neville Sinclair: [appears, with Lothar in tow] A what? Spy? Saboteur? Fascist? All of the above.

Chief Inspector Jones: Alexander Pearce has $744,000,000 in illegal assets. That given he is a British subject we might seize. This operation so far has cost me $8,000,000.

Chief Inspector Jones: Alexander Pearce has a new face.

Pam Bouvier: Why don't you wait until you're asked?

James Bond: So why don't you ask me?

James Bond: I'll be up to see you next week.

Felix Leiter: Good. I'll be out by then. M called, he tried to reach you, I think he may have a job for you.

Bond: [sees Lupe] Look, Felix, I have to go, my, er, hostess has just arrived.

Leiter: Take care, James.

Bond: You too. Goodbye.

Franz Sanchez: [sets up to hack Bond by machete] You could have had everything!

James Bond: [briefly shows Sanchez his cigar lighter which says "James, love always. Della and Felix." Bond sets Sanchez on fire and escapes before the oil tanker explodes. He sees Pam driving a truck cab] Don't you want to know why?

Pam Bouvier: What are you waiting for, get in!

Bond: [gets in the truck and escapes with Pam] Yes, sir!

Kwang: Who would have a signature gun?

Fallon: [examines the gun] James Bond. This is the property of Her Majesty's Government. How did you get it?

James Bond: Piss off!

Kwang: Who ordered you to kill Sanchez?

Fallon: No one! He's a rogue agent. I've got orders to take him back one way or another.

Bond: Who the hell are you people?!

Kwang: [[w:Security Bureau (Hong Kong)|Hong Kong Narcotics; grabs Bond; menacingly] We're ], you bastard! Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years! I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off!

Bond: Get me out of these bloody things so I can deal with you.

Fallon: [prepares syringe] No, Commander. You're in no position to make deals. You're a loose cannon on deck. I'm shipping you straight back to London.

James Bond: This is no place for you, Q. Go home.

Q: [opens a case] Oh, don't be an idiot, 007. I know exactly what you're up to, and quite frankly, you're going to need my help. Remember, if it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago. Everything for a man on holiday. Explosive alarm clock - guaranteed never to wake up anyone who uses it. Dentonite toothpaste - to be used sparingly, the latest in plastic explosive.

Bond: I could do with some plastic.

Ed Killifer: There's $2 million in that suitcase. I'll split it with you.

James Bond: [menacingly] You earned it. You keep it... old buddy.

Sharkey: [Bond glares at Sharkey] God, what a terrible waste. Of money.

M: [disappointed] You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has, somehow... clouded your judgment. You have a job to do. I expect you on a plane this afternoon.

James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir.

M: Leave it to the Americans. It's their mess. Let them clean it up.

Bond: Sir, they're not going to do anything! I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times before.

M: [cutting him off] Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks.

Bond: And his wife?

M: This private vendetta of yours could easily compromise Her Majesty's Government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally.

Bond: [refuses to let the matter go and chooses to resign instead] Then you have my resignation, sir.

M: [shocked] We're not a country club, 007! Effective immediately, your licence to kill is revoked. And I require you to hand over your weapon. Now. I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.

Bond: Then I guess it's... farewell to arms.

M: [M sees his best agent running away from MI6 in Key West and is shocked to see this] Don't! Too many people! God help you, commander.

James Bond: What did you tell them?

Kamran Shah: I tell them you not Russian. They no kill you now.

Kara Milovy: Not now? How about later?

Bond: Don't worry, they'll save you for the hareem.

Kara Milovy: [''Embraces Bond''] You were fantastic. We're free.

James Bond: [[w:Afghanistan|Afghanistan] Kara, we're inside a Russian airbase in the middle of ].

General Georgi Koskov: I'm sorry, James. For you I have great affection, but we have an old saying: duty has no sweethearts.

James Bond: We have an old saying too, Georgi. And you're full of it.

Leonid Pushkin: You are professional. You do not kill without reason.

James Bond: Two of our men are dead. Koskov named you. Now why should I disobey my orders?

Pushkin: I am in the dark as much as you are. It is a question of trust. Who do you believe? Koskov, or me?

Bond: If I trusted Koskov we wouldn't be talking. As long as you're alive, we'll never know what he's up to.

Pushkin: Then I must die.

General Georgi Koskov: The sniper was a woman.

James Bond: I noticed.

Koskov: Some of the best KGB shots are women.

Bond: Um-hum.

Koskov: Did you...

Bond: I'd rather not talk about it.

James Bond: Cheer up, Saunders. The operation's a success. And officially, its still yours.

Saunders: I have no intention of leaving it at that, 007! I'm reporting to M that you deliberately missed! Your orders were to kill that sniper!

Bond: Stuff my orders! I only kill professionals. That girl didn't know one end of a rifle from the other. Go ahead, tell M what you want. If he fires me, I'll thank him for it. Whoever she was, it must've scared the living daylights out of her.

Linda: [into phone; ''Sighs''] It's all so boring here, Margo - there's nothing but playboys and tennis pros. If only I could find a real man.

James Bond: [''Into phone''] I need to use your phone. She'll call you back.

Linda: Who are you?

Bond: [''Into phone''] Bond, James Bond. Exercise Control, 007 here. I'll report in an hour.

Linda: [''Offering drink''] Won't you join me?

Bond: [''Into phone''] Better make that two.

Simon Skinner: [after tripping and impaling his chin on the spire of a model church] Ooooow...Thith...really...hurtth.... I'm...going...to need thome...icee... creeeeeam....

Simon Skinner: [punch; punch''; punch; punch''; while fighting Angel] GET! OUT! OF MY! VILLAGE! , .

Simon Skinner: [taking a ginger-haired boy hostage; the child bites Skinner's hand and runs away] Stay back! Or the ginger-nut gets it! Ow! You little FUCKER!

Simon Skinner: My, my. Here come the Fuzz.

Simon Skinner: Absolute tosh, wasn't it? It's annoying that the understudies are actually professional actors. Greg over there was an extra in Straw Dogs and Sheri portrayed a cadaver in Prime Suspect.

Simon Skinner: I'm sure if we bashed your head in, all sorts of secrets would come tumbling out...

Simon Skinner: I'm a slasher, and I must be stopped!