Our creator is the King of all kings. Which makes us the royal children of His. So don't ever place yourself beneath or above any human being on earth.
I think it's perhaps fair to say we've been one of the most influential Royal Commissions this country ever had and there's nothing we have said that isn't relevant to the present situation.
So what we are right now is a pair of dickweeds in a hotel room in Sydney. My life is royally fucked up right now and from where I’m sitting, your life is even bloody worse.
Members of royal families are born into a world of indulgence and entitlement, and the princelings who grow up that way may never have to develop the emotional musculature that will allow them to show self-restraint.
Vesper Lynd: It doesn't bother you? Killing all those people? James Bond: Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.
James Bond: I think I'll call it a Vesper. Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste? James Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.
James Bond: [as Solange is kissing her way down Bond's chest] Can I ask you a personal question? Solange: Now would seem an appropriate time.
James Bond: [after reading a note left by M and seeing the Aston Martin] I love you too M.
M: [as Solange's dead body is carried away] I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached, but that's not your problem, is it, Bond? James Bond: No.
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.
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.
Carter: Looks like our man, burn scars on his face. James Bond: Hmm. I wonder if bomb-makers are insured for things like that.
[first lines] James Bond: M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets.
Lionel Logue: Oh, surely a prince's brain knows what its mouth's doing? King George VI: You're not... well acquainted with royal princes, are you?
Julio: [after Lester takes his gun] Hey, a royal flush put her in my pocket. Pimp Lester: Three hundred cold puts her in mine.
This resemblance became clear in the Bush the father's visits to the region. He wound up being impressed by the royal and military regimes and envied them for staying decades in their positions and embezzling the nation's money with no supervision.
I am glad to have this opportunity of expressing my high appreciation of the honour extended to me many years ago by the Royal Swedish Academy of Science by enrolling me amongst its members.
Instead of having to be a member of the Royal Society to do science, the way you had to be in England in the 17th, 18th, centuries today pretty much anybody who wants to do it can, and the information that they need to do it is there.
What I would love is a crossover between 'Royal Pains' and 'Burn Notice,' that we could be involved in some sort of gun play intrigue. I would really love that because we have no guns. We have nowhere near enough explosions and guns on the set.
I told my mom the reason I started working out was because I wanted to break the necks of the people picking on me. I wanted to hurt them. I said I didn't want any teacher to put me down any more.
