Quotes - Licence To Kill
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Bond: Looks like Sanchez�s law operates north of the border too.
Bond: Why don�t you wait until you�re asked.
Pam: Well, why don�t you ask me?
Bond: This is no place for you, Q.
Q: 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.
Casino Floor manager: I got a British nut-job that wants to play no-limits!
Bond: Let's go fishing!
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: Then you have my resignation, sir!
M: We're not a country club, 007!
M: 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: I guess it's, uh... a farewell to arms.
M: God help you, Commander.
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Pam: Gracias Captain, I'll take it from here.
Captain: You're the harbor pilot?
Pam: No. I am his secretary.
Bond: Where's Sanchez?
Lupe: Upstairs, he's planning a big party for some Orientals.
Bond: Take me to him.
Lupe: You loco? You'll get us both killed.
Sanchez: Remember, you're only president... for life.
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Killifer: Over by the trap door.
Bond: This where you put your old buddy Felix?
Killifer: Not me. Chalk that one up to Sanchez and Krest.
Killifer: You're facing 139 felony counts. That's 936 years. Even one of your famous one million dollar bribes won't get you out of this one.
Sanchez: Two. Two million.
Sharkey: Chainsaw my arse! I know a shark bite when I see one.
Felix: Where's my wife?
Dario: Don't worry, we gave her a nice honeymoon!
Sanchez: I want you to know this is nothing personal, merely business.
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Goon: Nice work! Guess what, his name was Sharkey.
Bond: [killing the Goon] Complements of Sharkey!
Concierge: May I ask you to sign this?
Bond: My executive sectary, Miss Kennedy will take care of that.
Pam: It's Ms Kennedy and why can't you be my executive sectary.
Bond: Goodnight Q.
Pam: Sweet dreams, Mr. Bond.
Bond: I hope you don't snore, Q.
Sanchez: When you're up to your ankles you'll
beg to tell me. When you're up to your knees you'll kiss my arse
to make me kill you!
Sanchez: 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.
Pam: If they start shooting, hit the deck and stay there!
Dario: La senorita Bouvier!
Killifer: [to Felix] Sorry old buddy but two million is a hullova lot of dough.
Killifer: There's two million dollars in that suitcase. I'll split it with you.
Bond: [Knocking Killifer into the shark pen] You earned it. You keep it, old buddy.
Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste... of money.
Q: 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.
Felix: James, explain to Della, will you?
Bond: No way, I'm coming with you!
Sanchez: Something you better understand, amigo: loyalty is more important to be than money.
Bond: Universal Exports. We've been commissioned to take possession of a Carcharodon carcharias… Great white shark. |
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Bond: [Locking a goon in a draw of maggots] Bon-appetite!
[After killing Krest in the pressure chamber]
Guard: What about the money?
Sanchez: Launder it.
Bond: In my business you prepare for the unexpected.
Sanchez: And what business is that?
Bond: I help people with their problems.
Sanchez: A problem solver?
Bond: More like a problem eliminator.
Heller: You're not going to believe who
this guy is...
Sanchez: British Secret Service.
Heller: How did you know?
Sanchez: I know things.
Bond: Watch the birdie, you bastard!
Felix: Hey, observer, you trying to get yourself killed?
Bond: If I don't get you back for the wedding then I'm a dead man for sure!
Krest: That's not my money.
Sanchez: That's right! It's mine. I get this right? You steal from me then use my own money to pays someone to kill me!
Truman-Lodge: [distributing masks] I'm going to have to ask you to put on one of these. We can't have our best customers developing a habit.
Sanchez: You could have had everything.
Bond: [Showing Felix's lighter] Don't you want to know why?
Felix: See you in hell!
Sanchez: No, today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Hawkins: Local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night. Turned up 500 keys of Colombian pure, couple of stiffs, and a little bit of piece of what used to be Killifer.
Bond: Good. At least someone's on the case.
Hawkins: You may be a pal of Leiter's, but I can only cover up so much. The DEA is screaming to know what happened. You know, we... we've got laws in this country, too.
Bond: You're bloody lucky to be alive.
Pam: That's not luck, that's experience.
Bond: A few inches higher and that would have been your
head.
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Pam: So what did you find out?
Bond: He's up there behind two inches of armoured glass. I'll need a cannon to get to him.
Krest: [to Lupe] You better watch it girly,
I've seen a lot like you come... and go.
Truman-Lodge: Your monthly shipment will be by ocean-tanker. And we'll send our chief chemist along to supervise the conversion process.
Sanchez: You can keep the gas as a bonus.
M: You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night. I'm afraid that this Leiter business has clouded your judgment.
Lupe: Doncha know. Iguanas are a girl's best friend.
Sanchez: This is a historic moment. East meets west. Drug dealers of the world unite.
Pam: Oh, God, its Heller.
Bond: Yeah, looks like he came to a dead end...
Truman-Lodge: Well. Done. Franz. Another 80 million write-off.
Sanchez: [shooting him] I guess its time to start cutting overhead.
Della Leiter: That's accustom, you see, the bride always get to kiss her best man.
James Bond: I thought it was the other way around.
Della Leiter: Aww...
Della Leiter: Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut this cake.
James Bond: I'll do anything for a woman with a knife...
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Pam: Out of gas. Haven't heard that one in a
long time.
Bond: Well they must have hit the fuel line.
Bond: You'd better find yourself a new lover!
Lupe Lamora: Don't you men know any other way?
Bond: It's Sanchez's way! You seem to like it!
Bond: Pam, this is Q, my "uncle". Q, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin."
Q: Ah, we must be related.
Sanchez: What did he promise you, his heart? Give her his heart!
