Le Chiffre: You are funny man, Mr. Bond.
M: Sometimes we pay so much attention to our enemies, we forget to watch our friends as well.
Vesper Lynd: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known. James Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...
James Bond: So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman. M: Any thug can kill. I need you to take your ego out of the equation.
M: You've got a bloody cheek! James Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time. M: Or yourself. You stormed into an Embassy. You violated the only absolutely inviolate rule of international relations, and why? So you could kill a nobody. We w...
Mr. White: Hello? James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk. Mr. White: Who is this? [a shot rings out. White's leg is shattered. He drops to the ground in obvious pain and drags himself toward the house. He is stopped at the steps by the feet of a man ...
[Bond, having been poisoned, is attempting to use a defibrillator on himself while a doctor talks him through the process over the phone, but the defibrillator has come disconnected. Bond passes out and his heart stops. Vesper arrives, reconnects the...
James Bond: Stop touching your ear. Carter: Sorry? James Bond: Put your hand down!
Villiers: [calling M up in the middle of the night] He's in the Bahamas. M: You woke me to share his holiday plans?
Solange: [they are kissing on the floor of his beachfront suite] You like married women... don't you, James? James Bond: It keeps things simple. Solange: [laughs] What is it about bad men? You... my husband. I had so many chances to be happy, so many...
Dryden: [pointing a gun at Bond] Shame, we barely got to know each other. [Pulls the trigger, and the gun doesn't fire] James Bond: [holding up the magazine he'd presumably removed from Dryden's gun] I know where you keep your gun. 'Suppose that's so...
Vesper Lynd: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed ter...
Dryden: Benefits of being section chief. I'd know if anyone had been promoted to double-oh status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes... James Bond: Two. [cuts to Bond fighting Dryden's contact]
Villiers: He's logged into our Secure Website, using your name and password. M: [annoyed] How the hell does he *know* these things?
James Bond: I always thought M was a randomly assigned initial, I had no idea it stood for... M: Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.
Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre? Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
Le Chiffre: Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister. [considers his cards and moves his chips forward] Le Chiffre: All in. I have two pair and you have a 17.4% chance of making your straight.
Carter: Looks like our man, burn scars on his face. James Bond: Hmm. I wonder if bomb-makers are insured for things like that.
