Q: I'm your new quartermaster.
Bond: You must be joking.
Q: I would hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of earl grey than you can in a year in the field.
Bond: A gun and a radio, not exactly Christmas, is it?
Q: You were expecting an exploding pen? We don't really go in for that any more.
[To himself, after meeting Q]
Bond: Brave new world.
Eve: Room service.
Bond: I didn't order anything, not even you.
Eve: Cutthroat razor, very traditional.
Eve: Now that's better, you look the part now.
Bond: And what part's that?
Eve: Old dog, new tricks.
Bond: You look beautiful in that.
Eve: You don't scrub up so bad yourself.
Bond: It's amazing what you can do with an extra pair of hands.
Severine: Now you can afford to buy me a drink.
Bond: Maybe I can stretch to two.
Severine: You made such a bold entrance into our little drama.
Bond: Only a certain kind of woman wears a strapless dress with a Beretta 37 strapped to her thigh.
Bond: I want to meet your employer.
Severine: Be careful what you wish for, Mr Bond.
Severine: Can you kill him?
Bond: Yes
Severine: Will you?
Bond: Someone usually dies.
Mallory: We can't keep working in the shadows, there are no more shadows.
Severine: They abandoned it almost over night. He made them think there was a leak in the chemical plant. It's amazing the panic you can cause with a single computer. He wanted the island, so he took it.
[Silva's first line]
Silva: Hello James, welcome, do you like the island?
Silva: The two survivors, this is what she made us.
Bond: I make my own choices.
Silva: Look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.
Bond: Not to mention my pathetic love of country?
[Reading Bond's psych evaluation]
Silva: "...pathological rejection of authority due to unresolved childhood trauma." |
