Given the 50th anniversary and the upcoming Global James Bond Day with worldwide events, how about some favorite lines... Here are some to get you going: http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Ian_Fleming and http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/James_Bond_(film_series)
Some of mine:
The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be!
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action.
In the conference room. Something pretty big. Every double-o man in Europe has been rushed in. And the Home Secretary too.
His wife probably lost her dog.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong.
Yes, this is my second life.
Well you just stay on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra twenty in it for you.
Hey man, for twenty bucks I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!
James! Have you brought me a souvenir from your trip? Chocolates? An engagement ring?I thought you might enjoy one of these.
[gives Miss Moneypenny a cigar tube]
How romantic. I know exactly where to put that.
[throws the cigar tube in the bin]Oh Moneypenny, the story of our relationship: close, but no cigar.
Hi, I'm Plenty.
But of course you are.
Plenty O'Toole.
Named after your father perhaps?
At a million dollars a contract I can afford to, Mr Bond. You work for peanuts, a hearty well done from Her Majesty the Queen and a pittance of a pension. Apart from that we are the same. To us, Mr Bond, we are the best.
There's a useful four letter word, and you're full of it.
I'm looking for Dr Goodhead.
You just found her.
A woman!
Your powers of observation do you credit, Mr Bond.
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.The thought had occurred to me.Good. Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though lost on me, obviously appealed to that young girl I sent out to evaluate you.
I doubt if she'll remember me.
Remind her. Then pump her for information.
You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James.
Vesper: So there is a plan? I got the impression we were risking millions of dollars and hundreds of lives on a game of luck. What else can you surmise, Mr Bond?
Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.
Vesper: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.
Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat prickly demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but, umm, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents...I'm going to have to go with "orphan."
[Long pause]
Vesper: All right...by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since you're first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.
[Bond smiles]
Vesper: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect queen and country. You know...former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches.
[Glances at his wrist]
Vesper: Rolex?
Bond: Omega.
Vesper: 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: 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 off your perfectly formed arse.
Bond: [smiles ironically] You noticed.
Vesper: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?
Bond: Skewered. One sympathises.
Some of mine:
The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be!
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action.
In the conference room. Something pretty big. Every double-o man in Europe has been rushed in. And the Home Secretary too.
His wife probably lost her dog.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ernst Stavro Blofeld. They told me you were assassinated in Hong Kong.
Yes, this is my second life.
Well you just stay on the tail of that jukebox and there's an extra twenty in it for you.
Hey man, for twenty bucks I'd take you to a Ku Klux Klan cookout!
James! Have you brought me a souvenir from your trip? Chocolates? An engagement ring?I thought you might enjoy one of these.
[gives Miss Moneypenny a cigar tube]
How romantic. I know exactly where to put that.
[throws the cigar tube in the bin]Oh Moneypenny, the story of our relationship: close, but no cigar.
Hi, I'm Plenty.
But of course you are.
Plenty O'Toole.
Named after your father perhaps?
At a million dollars a contract I can afford to, Mr Bond. You work for peanuts, a hearty well done from Her Majesty the Queen and a pittance of a pension. Apart from that we are the same. To us, Mr Bond, we are the best.
There's a useful four letter word, and you're full of it.
I'm looking for Dr Goodhead.
You just found her.
A woman!
Your powers of observation do you credit, Mr Bond.
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.The thought had occurred to me.Good. Because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though lost on me, obviously appealed to that young girl I sent out to evaluate you.
I doubt if she'll remember me.
Remind her. Then pump her for information.
You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James.
Vesper: So there is a plan? I got the impression we were risking millions of dollars and hundreds of lives on a game of luck. What else can you surmise, Mr Bond?
Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.
Vesper: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.
Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat prickly demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but, umm, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents...I'm going to have to go with "orphan."
[Long pause]
Vesper: All right...by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since you're first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.
[Bond smiles]
Vesper: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect queen and country. You know...former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches.
[Glances at his wrist]
Vesper: Rolex?
Bond: Omega.
Vesper: 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: 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 off your perfectly formed arse.
Bond: [smiles ironically] You noticed.
Vesper: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?
Bond: Skewered. One sympathises.
