James Bond Quotes - Casino Royale
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| Bond: | [laughing] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls! |
| Le Chiffre: | Oh.. I died? I died? |
| Bond: | Yeah! Because no matter what you do, I'm not gonna give you the password which means your clients are gonna hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing. Because if you kill me, they'll be nowhere else to hide. |
| Le Chiffre: | You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire. |
| Bond: | A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood. |
| Vesper Lynd: | It doesn't bother you? Killing all those people? |
| Bond: | Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did. |
| Bond: | Stop touching your ear. |
| Carter: | Sorry? |
| Bond: | Put your hand down! |
| Solange: | You like married women, don't you 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 nice guys. Why can't nice guys be more like you? |
| Bond: | Because then they'd be bad. |
| Bond: | I've got a little itch, down there. Would you mind? |
| Bond: | Why is it that people who can't take advice always insist on giving it? |
| Dryden: | How did he die? |
| Bond: | You contact? Not well. |
| Dryden: | Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is.. |
| Bond: | [shoots Dryden] Yes... Considerably. |
| Vesper Lynd: | Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard. |
| Bond: | No, of course not. |
| Vesper Lynd: | But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money, and your perfectly-formed arse. |
| Bond: | You noticed? |
| Vesper Lynd: | Even accountants have imagination |
| Bond: | Dry Martini. |
| Bartender: | Oui, monsieur. |
| Bond: | Wait... three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel. |
| Bartender: | Yes, sir. |
| Tomelli: | You know, I'll have one of those. |
| Infante: | So will I. |
| Bartender: | Certainly. |
| Felix Leiter: | My friend, bring me one as well, keep the fruit. |
| Le Chiffre: | That's it? Hmm? Anyone want to play poker now? |
| Felix Leiter: | Someone's in a hurry. |
| Felix Leiter: | I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley. You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him. |
| Bond: | Had. Excuse me. |
| Felix Leiter: | You're not buying in? |
| Bond: | No. |
| Felix Leiter: | Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not going to last much longer. You have a better chance. I'll stake you. I'm saying I'll give you the money to keep going. Just one thing: you pull it off, the CIA bring him in. |
| Bond: | What about the winnings? |
| Felix Leiter: | Does it look like we need the money? |
| Steven Obanno: | [after stopping short of cutting Valenka's hand off] Not a word of protest. You should find a new boyfriend. |
| M: | You don't trust anyone, do you? |
| Bond: | No. |
| M: | Then you've learned your lesson. |
