Gun Barrel Theme.
Dryden: “If M was so sure I was bent, she’d have sent a double-oh. Benefits of being section chief – I know of anyone of being promoted to double-oh status, wouldn’t I? Your file shows no kills, and it takes…”
James Bond: “Two.”
Steven Obanno: “Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?”
Le Chiffre: “No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.”
Le Chiffre: “Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister.”
[considers his cards and moves his chips forward]
Le Chiffre: “All in. I have two pair and you have a 17.4% chance of making your straight.”
M: “Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister and even he’s smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous ass-covering prigs? They don’t care what we do. They care what we get photographed doing – and how the hell could Bond be so stupid? I give him double-oh status and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy. Is the man deranged? And where the hell is he?! In the old days, if an agent did something that embarrassing he’d have the good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War…”
M: “Bond, this may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand – but arrogance and self awareness seldom go hand in hand.”
James Bond: “So you want me to be half monk, half hit-man.”
M: “Any thug can kill. I want you to take your ego out of the equation and to judge the situation dispassionately. I have to know I can trust you. And that you know who to trust. And since I don’t know that, I need you out of my sight. Go and stick your head in the sand somewhere and think about your future. Because these bastards want your head, and I’m seriously considering feeding you to them.”
Vesper: “So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government’s money, and off your perfectly formed ass.”
James Bond: “You noticed.”
Vesper: “Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?”
James Bond: “Skewered. One sympathizes.”
Vesper: “Good evening, Mr. Bond.”
James Bond: “Good evening, Miss Lynd.”
Felix Leiter: (grabbing Bond’s arm, stopping him) “Funny game, right? Sorry, should have introduced myself seeing as how we’re related. Felix Leiter. A brother from Langley. You should have a little faith. You keep your head about you I think you have him.”
James Bond: “Had.”
James Bond: [laughing – after being stuck five times with a knotted rope] “Now the whole world’s gonna know that you died scratching my balls!”
Le Chiffre: [holding the rope over one shoulder] “Oh…I died? I died?”
James Bond: [laughing] “Yes! ‘Cause 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, there will be nowhere else to hide.”
Le Chiffre: [yells at Bond] “But you are SO WRONG! Because even after I slaughtered you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms. Because they need what I know.”
James Bond: [quietly] “The big picture.”
[in another room, Vesper screams. Bond and Le Chiffre notice this]
Le Chiffre: “Give me the password, and I will at least let her live.”
[slaps Bond on the cheek again]
Le Chiffre: “Bond, do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.”
[Bond considers this, then looks at Le Chiffre and laughs. Le Chiffre laughs as well, and realizes that Bond will not give in to the torture]
Le Chiffre: “You really aren’t going to tell me, are you?”
James Bond: [laughing] “No.”
Vesper Lynd: “You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armor back on. That’s that.”
James Bond: “I have no armor left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me – whatever is left of me – whatever I am – I’m yours.”
James Bond: “I’m sorry. That last hand nearly killed me.”
James Bond: “Vodka martini.”
Bartender: “Shaken or stirred?”
James Bond: “Do I look like I give a damn?”
Vesper: “I’m sorry, James.”
M: “You don’t trust anyone, do you James?”
James Bond: (on the phone) “No.”
M: “Then you’ve learned your lesson. Get back as soon as you can, we need you.”
James Bond: “Will do.”
M: “If you do need time…”
James Bond: (on the phone) “Why should I need more time? The job’s done. And the bitch is dead.”
James Bond: “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”
Vesper: “I’m the money.”
James Bond: “Every penny of it.”
