James Bond: I trusted you, Alec.
Alec Trevelyan: Trust? What a quaint idea.
Alec Trevelyan: (Sean Bean) Half of everything is luck, James.
James Bond: (Pierce Brosnan) And the other half?
Alec Trevelyan: Fate.
Caroline: (Serena Gordon) James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast?
James Bond: More often than you'd think.
Caroline: I enjoy a spirited ride as much as the next girl, but-- (A woman pulls up alongside and smiles.) Who's that?
James Bond: The next girl.
Caroline: James, stop this, stop it! I know what you're doing.
James Bond: Really? What's that, dear?
Caroline: You are just trying to show off the size of your, your--
James Bond: Engine?
M: (Judi Dench) If I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children.
M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.
James Bond: The thought had occurred to me.
M: Good. Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur, a relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appeal to that young woman I sent to evaluate you.
James Bond: Point taken.
M: Not quite, 007. If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. I have no compunction about sending you to your death, but I won't do it on a whim, even with your cavalier attitude towards life.
(Q is showing James Bond the special features of a car.)
Q: (Desmond Llewelyn) Behind the headlights, Stinger missiles.
James Bond: Excellent. Just the thing for unwinding after a rough day at the office.
Q: Need I remind you, 007, that you have a license to kill, not to break the traffic laws.
James Bond: Why?
Alec Trevelyan: Hilarious question, particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes, only to come home: "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."
James Bond: It was the job we were chosen for.
Alec Trevelyan: Of course you'd say that, James Bond, her majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith.
Dimitri Mishkin: (Tchéky Karyo) So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
James Bond: What, no small talk? No chitchat? That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. It's a lost art.
Natalya Siminova: (Izabella Scorupco) Oh, stop it, both of you, stop it! You're like boys with toys!
Alec Trevelyan: Bond is alive?
General Ourumov: (Gottfried John) He escaped.
Alec Trevelyan: Good for Bond. Bad for you.
Alec Trevelyan: Why can't you just be a good boy and die?
James Bond: You first. (To Xenia Onatopp) You, second.
