Bond Quotes II

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You Only Live Twice (1967)

Russian Diplomat: The world knows we are a peace-loving people.

(As Tiger is showing Bond the shooting cigarettes)
Tiger: It can save your life, this cigarette.
Bond: You sound like a commercial.

Blofeld: You can watch it all on the TV. Its the last program you're likely to see.

Blofeld: You only live twice, Mr. Bond.


On Her Majesty's Secret Service (1969)

(Bond finds Tracy in his hotel suite with his gun in her hand)
Tracy: Suppose I were to kill you for a thrill?
Bond: I can think of something more sociable to do.

Draco: May I introduce my daughter, Teresa.
Bond: Contessa..!
Tracy: Mr. Bond and I have already met.
Bond: But each time is a renewed pleasure. Madame always makes one feel so welcome!
(Tracy leaves)
Draco: She likes you! I can see it.
Bond: You must give me the name of your oculist.

Tracy Draco: You're hurting me.
Bond: I thought that was the idea for tonight.


Diamonds Are Forever (1971)

Bond: Weren't you a blonde when I came in? (Jill St.John just changed clothes and removed a wig.)
Tiffany: Could be.
Bond: I tend to notice little things like that, whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette.
Tiffany: And which do you prefer?
Bond: No preference really, providing the collars and cuffs match....

Bond: That's a nice little nothing you're almost wearing!
Tiffany: I'll finish dressing.
Bond: Oh please don't, not on my account.

Sir Donald: Tell me commander, how far does your expertise extend into the field of diamonds?
Bond: Well, hardest substance found in nature. They cut glass, suggest marriages, I suppose it replaced the dog as the girls best friend. That's about it.
M: Refreshing to hear that there is one subject you're not an expert on!

Blofeld: The satellite is now over... Kansas. Well, if we blow up Kansas the world may not hear about it for years.

(After blowing up a helicopter)
Mr. Wint: If God had wanted man to fly, Mr. Kidd...
Mr. Kidd: ...He would have given him wings, Mr. Wint.

Mr. Kidd: Well, they're aboard, and I must say, Miss Case is quite lovely. (Mr. Wint glares at him) ...For a woman.


Live and Let Die (1973)

Black Cabdriver: Hey, you know where you're going man?
Bond: Uptown, I believe.
Cabdriver: Uptown? You're heading into Harlem man.
Bond: Well, you just keep on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra 20 in there for you.
Cabdriver: Hey man, for 20 bucks I'll take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookup.

(Bond flips over a tarot card: The fool)
Solitaire: You have found your self.

Bond: "Harold Strutter, CIA". Where were you when I didn't need you?
Strutter: Kind of obvious you weren't coming out front. Not even with that clever disguise you were wearing.
Bond: Hmm?
Strutter: A white face in Harlem. Good thinking, Bond. Let's get outta here.

(After a wild boat chase, Felix Leiter explains to the stupid American cop J.W. Pepper about Bond)
Leiter: That man is an Englishman working for our boys, sort of a secret agent.
Pepper: Secret Agent?! On whose side?

Mrs. Bell (old lady on the plane): Holy shit!


The Man with the Golden Gun (1974)

(Bond has just met Lazar, the man who, among other things, made the golden gun)
Lazar: My relationship with a client Mr. Bond is strictly confidential, like a doctor or a priest.
Bond: Of course, yet you make guns for fingerless hoodlums, bullets for assassins.
Lazar: Mr. Bond, bullets do not kill. It is the finger that pulls the trigger.
Bond: Exactly. I'm now aiming precisely at your groin. So speak or forever hold your peace.
Lazar: I have never seen Mr. Scaramanga!
Bond: On a customer bullet basis he must be your best customer.
Lazar: That is true, but unfortunately he seems only to fire them occasionally.
Bond: When was the last... shipment?
Lazar: Mr. Bond, this is impossible, I can not....
(BAM, Bond fires a shot that misses Mr. Lazars groin with an inch)
Bond: You're quite right. An inch too low!

Bond: Who would want to put a contract out on me?
M: Jealous husbands, humiliated tailors, outraged chefs. The list is endless!

Scaramanga: I like a girl in a bikini. No concealed weapons.