Gunbarrel Theme.
[first lines]
Estrella: Where are you going?
James Bond: I won’t be long.
M: [videotape] If anything happens to me, 007, I need you to do something. Find a man called Marco Sciarra. Kill him, and don’t miss the funeral.
James Bond: Would you do something for me?
Q: What do you have in mind, exactly?
James Bond: Make me disappear.
Lucia Sciarra: If you don’t leave now, we’ll die together.
James Bond: I can think of worse ways to go.
Lucia Sciarra: Then you’re obviously crazy, Mister…
James Bond: Bond. James Bond.
Blofeld: Welcome, James. It’s been a long time…and, finally, here we are. What took you so long?
Blofeld: [to Bond] Cuckoo!
James Bond: I was in a meeting recently, and your name came up.
Mr. White: I’m flattered London is still talking about me.
James Bond: It wasn’t MI6… it was Rome.
[reveals a Spectre ring]
James Bond: Tell me where he is.
Mr. White: He’s everywhere! Everywhere! He’s sitting at your desk! He’s kissing your lover! He’s eating supper with your family!
Mr. White: You’re a kite dancing in a hurricane, Mr Bond.
C: When it goes online this building will be the most sophisticated data gathering system in history. The world’s digital ghost, available 24/7.
M: George Orwell’s worst nightmare.
C: I’m glad you like it.
[at the clinic bar]
Clinic Barman: Can I get you something, sir?
James Bond: Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.
Clinic Barman: I’m sorry, we don’t serve alcohol.
James Bond: I’m already starting to love this place…
Clinic Barman: Here you are, sir. One prolytic digestive enzyme shake.
James Bond: Do me a favor, will you? Throw that down the toilet. Cut out the middleman.
Madeleine: You shouldn’t stare.
James Bond: Well, you shouldn’t look like that.
Hinx: [only spoken line] Shit!
Blofeld: Do you know what it is?
Madeleine: It’s a meteorite.
Blofeld: Yes, exactly. The Kartenhoff, the oldest in human possession. The very meteorite which made this crater. Think about it: so many years up there, alone, silent, building momentum until it chose to make its mark on Earth. A huge unstoppable force.
James Bond: Except it did stop, didn’t it? Right here.
Blofeld: It was all me, James. It’s always been me. The author of all your pain.
Blofeld: [Bond is strapped to a torture chair with a drill attached] So James, I’m going to penetrate to where you are. To the inside of your head. Now the first probe will play with your sight, your hearing, and your balance, just with the subtlest of manipulations.
James Bond: Well, get on with it then. Nothing can be as painful as listening to you talk.
Blofeld: All right, let’s begin.
[activates the machine]
Blofeld: If the needle finds the correct spot in the fusiform gyrus, you recognize no one. Of course, the faces of your women like to change a lot, right James? You won’t know who she is. Just another passing face on your way to the grave.
James Bond: Tempus fugit.
Blofeld: I can’t hear you, James.
James Bond: I said…doesn’t time fly?
[his watch explodes]
C: Take a look at the world… chaos… because people like you, paper-pushers and politicians, are too spineless to do what needs to be done so I made an alliance to put the power where it should be, and now you want to throw it away for the sake of democracy, whatever the hell that is. How predictably moronic.
[points gun at M]
C: But then isn’t that what ‘M’ stands for… ‘moron’?
[squeezes trigger, realizes the gun is unloaded]
M: And now we know what ‘C’ stands for… ‘careless’.
James Bond: You’re a hard man to kill, Blofeld.
[notices his scar]
James Bond: Ouch. I do hope that doesn’t hurt too much.
Blofeld: My wounds will heal. What about yours?
