Quotes - Casino Royale

James Bond: So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman.
M: Any thug can kill. I need you to take your ego out of the equation.

Vesper Lynd: It doesn't bother you; killing all those people?
James Bond: Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.

James Bond: I already have a dinner jacket.
Vesper Lynd: There are dinner jackets and then there are dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you to look like a man who belongs at that table.
James Bond: How... it's tailored?
Vesper Lynd: I sized you up the moment we met.

James Bond: I've got a little itch, down there. Do you mind?

Vesper Lynd: Arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand in hand.

Vesper Lynd: There isn't enough room for me and your ego.

James Bond: Why do people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?

Mendel: Helloooooo!
James Bond: Did you bring any chocolates?
Mendel: I'm afraid not. Hahahaha!!

Mr. White: Hello?
James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
Mr. White: Who is this?
James Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

James Bond: I always thought M was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for -
M: [quickly interrupting] Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.

Villiers: [M has just been woken up out of a sound sleep by a phone call from MI6] It's James... it seems he's in the Bahamas.
M: [irritated] You woke me up to tell me his holiday plans?

Le Chiffre: Tell them I'll get the money.
Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust.

Vesper Lynd: I'll keep my eyes on our government's money and off your perfectly formed arse.
James Bond: You noticed.
Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination.

James Bond: [to Dryden] I know where you keep your gun.

Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: No, don't worry, you're not my type.
Vesper Lynd: Smart?
James Bond: Single.

Vesper Lynd: You love me?
James Bond: Enough to travel the world with you until one of us has to take an honest job... which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.

Gettler: I'll kill her!
James Bond: Allow me.

Le Chiffre: You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure. And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge that - if you do not yield soon enough - there will be little left to identify you as a man. The only question remains: will you yield, in time?

Le Chiffre: Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.

M: You don't trust anyone, do you?
James Bond: No.
M: Then you've learned your lesson.

Vesper Lynd: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do you look at me as if you hadn't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.
James Bond: If you had just been born wouldn't you be naked?

Felix Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. I'm Felix Leiter, your brother from Langley.
[sees that Bond has a knife]
Felix Leiter: You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you could have him.
James Bond: Had. Excuse me.
Felix Leiter: You're not buying in?
James 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 brings him in.
James Bond: And what about the winnings?
Felix Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?

Vesper Lynd: So?
James Bond: You want to do what to me?
Vesper Lynd: You've lost me completely.
James Bond: You just said you can't wait to get me back to the room.

Le Chiffre: You've changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I do hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire?
James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.

James Bond: Now the whole world will know that you died scratching my balls!

James Bond: Dry Martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
James 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: [annoyed] That's it? Hm? Anyone want to play poker now?
Felix Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.

James Bond: I think I'll call it a Vesper.
Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
James Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.

James Bond: The job's done and the bitch is dead.

Vesper Lynd: How was your lamb?
James Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.

Vesper Lynd: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known.
James Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...

Vesper Lynd: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.

Mathis: Being dead does not mean one cannot be helpful.

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-O 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 a good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.

Dryden: Your file shows no kills, but to become a double-0, it takes...
James Bond: Two.
Dryden: How did he die?
James Bond: Your contact? Not well.
Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is...
James Bond: [Bond shoots Dryden] Yes... considerably.

Vesper Lynd: I'm the money.
James Bond: Every penny of it.

Le Chiffre: I'm afraid that your friend Mathis... is really... my friend Mathis.

Mathis: It's amazing what you can do with Photoshop these days.

James Bond: M really doesn't mind you making a little money on the side, Dryden. She would just prefer it wasn't by selling secrets.

James Bond: Very sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.

James Bond: [as Solange is kissing her way down Bond's chest] Can I ask you a personal question?
Solange: Now would seem an appropriate time.

Vesper Lynd: You're not going to let me in there. You've got your armour back on. That's that.
James Bond: I have no armour 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: Vesper? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.

Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.

James Bond: [after bond has just lost his 10 million in the game, to the bartender] Vodka-martini.
Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
James Bond: [pissed off] Do I look like I give a damn?

James Bond: [upon receiving their alias documents] I'm Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you're Miss Stephanie Broadchest...
Vesper Lynd: I am not!
James Bond: You're going to have to trust me on this.
Vesper Lynd: Oh no I don't.

Vesper Lynd: Rolex?
James Bond: Omega.

James Bond: [after reading a note left by M and seeing the Aston Martin] I love you too M.