Licence to Kill (1989) - Quotes

Taglines: [[On Her Majesty's Secret Service (film)|HER MAJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE] When Bond wants revenge, nothing stands in his way. Not even ]!

Taglines: Disgraced, Dishonoured, Deadly.

Taglines: Out for revenge. Glimpse behind the cool facade of 007, And see how sweet revenge can really be.

Taglines: James Bond is out on his own and out for revenge.

Taglines: His bad side is a dangerous place to be.

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!

Truman-Lodge: Brilliant! Well done, Franz! Another $80 million write-off!

Franz Sanchez: [guns him down] Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead.

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.

Ed Killifer: You're facing 139 felony counts, Sanchez. Why that's 936 years. Even one of your famous $1-million-dollar bribes can't get you out of this one.

Franz Sanchez: Two.

Killifer: What?

Sanchez: Two million. U.S. Standing offer for anyone who squeaks me.

Killifer: Goddammit, you think you're in some banana republic?! All that scumbag money won't do you a bit of good here.

Sanchez: Very good, but I think I'm gonna be home soon, huh?

Killifer: [attacks Sanchez before being restrained by his partner] Why you.....

Franz Sanchez: [about to put Bond in a cocaine grinder] When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.

Franz Sanchez: [curious about Bond's appearance at the casino] Señor Bond, you got big cojones. You come here, to my place, without references, carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money... but you should know something: nobody saw you come in, so nobody has to see you go out.