GoldenEye (1995) - Quotes

Taglines: No limits. No fears. No substitutes.

Taglines: You Know The Name. You Know The Number.

Trevelyan: For England, James?

Bond: [lets Trevelyan fall to his death] No. For me.

Bond: Interesting setup, Alec. You break into the Bank of England via computer and then transfer the money electronically just seconds before you set off the GoldenEye, which erases any record of the transactions. Ingenious.

Trevelyan: Thank you, James.

Bond: [Trevelyan glowers at him] But it still boils down to petty theft. In the end, you're just a bank robber. Nothing more than a common thief.

Trevelyan: [[w:Greater London|Greater London; [w:Stone Age|Stone Age] You always did have a small mind, James. It's not just erasing bank records, it's everything on every computer in ]. Tax records, stock market, credit ratings, land registries, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43, oh, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the ]!

Bond: A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, fifty years on.

Trevelyan: [[Sigmund Freud|Freud] Oh please, James, spare me the ]! I might as well ask if all the vodka martinis ever silence the screams of the men you've killed. Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women for all the dead ones you failed to protect. England is about to learn the cost of betrayal, inflation adjusted for 1945.

Natalya: He was a friend, Trevelyan?

Bond: Yes.

Natalya: Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?

Bond: In a word, yes.

Natalya: Unless he kills you first?

Bond: Natalya...

Natalya: You think I'm impressed? All of you with your guns, your killing, your death, for what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. How can you act like this? How can you be so cold?

Bond: It's what keeps me alive.

Natalya: No. It's what keeps you alone.

Trevelyan: So, back where we started, James. Your friend, or the mission? Drop the gun, I'll let her live.

Bond: [to Ourumov without looking away at Trevelyan; Ourumov's face changes] Ourumov, what does this Cossack promise you? You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack!

Trevelyan: It's in the past.

Bond: [murmurs] He'll betray you! Just like everyone else.

Ourumov: Is this true?

Trevelyan: [impatiently] What's true is that in 48 hours, you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.

Official: Good morning, Mr. Bond. I'm Defence Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?

Bond: [to Natalya; to Mishkin] What, no small talk? No chit-chat? That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. It's a lost art!

Mishkin: Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?

Bond: I assumed you had it.

Mishkin: I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...

Bond: Or at least that's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.

Mishkin: Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?

Bond: Who had the authorisation codes?

Mishkin: Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still death!

Bond: And what's the penalty for treason?

Natalya: Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like... boys with toys!

Bond: Alec?

Trevelyan: Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the Memorial Wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?

Bond: [stunned] Why?

Trevelyan: Hilarious question. Particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes only to come home - "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed.

Bond: It was the job we were chosen for.

Trevelyan: [scoffs; Bond draws his gun] Of course you would say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith. Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.

Bond: [slowly lowers weapon] Yes. I trusted you, Alec.

Trevelyan: [scoffs] Trust. What a quaint idea.

Bond: [[w:Lienz Cossacks|Lienz Cossacks] How did the MI6 screening miss that your parents were ]?

Trevelyan: [[Joseph Stalin|Stalin; [w:NKVD|execution squads] Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans, James. But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and ]'s ]. But my father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.

Bond: Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.

Trevelyan: [gestures to his scars] It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.

Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?

Trevelyan: [Bond is shot with a tranquilizer dart as Alec walks toward a fallen Bond] No. You're supposed to die for me. By the way, I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew that 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend. Closing time, James. Last call. ...For England, James.

Zukovsky: [zips up a girl's dress; hears the click of Bond's gun at his head] Another morning shot to hell. Free market economy, I swear it will be the end of me. Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun... and I believe I've killed two of them.

Bond: [Another man aims at Bond's head] Lucky me.

Zukovsky: I think not.

Bond: In London, April's a spring month.

Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it. C'mon, my car's over there.

Bond: After you.

Wade: Thank you.

Bond: Like you said, "Drop it".

Wade: All right, in London April is a spring month, whereas in St. Petersburg we're freezing our butts off. Is that close enough for government work?

Bond: No. Show me the rose.

Wade: [Bond shoves his gun into Wade; unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"] Please, no. Alright, alright, alright.

Bond: Muffy?

Wade: [sticks out his hand] Third wife. Jack Wade, CIA.

Bond: [shaking Wade's hand] James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.

Q: [clicks it three times; clicks it three times again] A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse... another three disarms it.

Bond: [takes pen and quickly clicks it thrice] ...How long did you say the fuse was?

Q: [takes the pen and disarms it with a groan] Oh, grow up, 007.

Bond: They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.

Q: [walks over to a dummy; places the pen in Fred's shirt pocket, arms it, and runs to cover. The resulting explosion obliterates Fred from the waist up. to Bond] Thanks to me, they were right. Look, let's ask Fred here to demonstrate for us. Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred. One, two, three… Don't say it!

Bond: …the writing's on the wall?

Q: [snickering] Along with the rest of him!

Bond: Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?

Q: Hunting!

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.

Bond: Good evening, Moneypenny.

Moneypenny: Good evening, James. M will meet you in the situation room, I'm to take you straight in.

Bond: I've never seen you after hours, Moneypenny. Lovely.

Moneypenny: Thank you, James.

Bond: Out on some kind of professional assignment, dressing to kill?

Moneypenny: I know you'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident, so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentleman. We went to the theatre together.

Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated. Whatever would I do without you?

Moneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.

Bond: Hope springs eternal.

Moneypenny: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.

Bond: Really? What's the penalty for that?

Moneypenny: Someday you have to make good on your innuendos.

Bond: It appears we share the same passions. Three, anyway.

Xenia Onatopp: [sees Bond reveal a losing hand] I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat. I hope the third is where your real talent lies.

Bond: One rises to meet a challenge.

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.