Casino Royale quotes
19 total quotesIan Fleming
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Le Chiffre: You've changed your shirt, Mr. Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire.
Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be really in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be really in trouble until I start weeping blood.
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Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
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Vesper Lynd: It doesn't bother you, killing those people?
Bond: I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.
Vesper: I don't believe you. You've got a choice, you know. Just because you've done something doesn't mean you have to keep doing it.
Bond: Why is it that people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?
Vesper: You think I can't take my own advice?
Bond: I think something is driving you. And I don't think I'll ever find out what that is.
Bond: I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.
Vesper: I don't believe you. You've got a choice, you know. Just because you've done something doesn't mean you have to keep doing it.
Bond: Why is it that people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?
Vesper: You think I can't take my own advice?
Bond: I think something is driving you. And I don't think I'll ever find out what that is.
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Vesper: Does everyone have a tell?
Bond: Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. I wonder if that's why I love you.
Vesper: You love me?
Bond: Enough to float around the world with you until one of us has to find an honest job. Which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.
Vesper: You're serious?
Bond: It's like you said. You do what I do long enough, there won't be any soul left to salvage. I'm leaving with what little I have left. Is that enough for you?
[Vesper kisses him]
Bond: Yes. Everyone. Everyone except you. I wonder if that's why I love you.
Vesper: You love me?
Bond: Enough to float around the world with you until one of us has to find an honest job. Which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.
Vesper: You're serious?
Bond: It's like you said. You do what I do long enough, there won't be any soul left to salvage. I'm leaving with what little I have left. Is that enough for you?
[Vesper kisses him]
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Vesper: So, you're telling me it's a matter of probability and odds? I was worried there wasn't chance involved.
Bond: Well, only if you assume the player with the best hand wins.
Vesper: So there will be what you call bluffing?
'Bond: [smiles] You've heard the term? [Vesper smiles back] Then you'll know that in poker you never play your hand...you play the man across from you.
Vesper: And you're good at reading people?
Bond: Yes I am. Which is why I've been able to detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.
Vesper: I'm now assured our money is in good hands.
Bond: You don't think this is a very good plan, do you?
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 your 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. [she glances at his wrist] 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.
[pause]
Vesper: Good evening, Mr. Bond.
Bond: Good evening, Miss Lynd.
Bond: Well, only if you assume the player with the best hand wins.
Vesper: So there will be what you call bluffing?
'Bond: [smiles] You've heard the term? [Vesper smiles back] Then you'll know that in poker you never play your hand...you play the man across from you.
Vesper: And you're good at reading people?
Bond: Yes I am. Which is why I've been able to detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.
Vesper: I'm now assured our money is in good hands.
Bond: You don't think this is a very good plan, do you?
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 your 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. [she glances at his wrist] 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.
[pause]
Vesper: Good evening, Mr. Bond.
Bond: Good evening, Miss Lynd.
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Villiers: [calling M up in the middle of the night] He's in the Bahamas.
M: You woke me to share his holiday plans?
Villiers: He's logged into our secure website, using your name and password.
M: How the hell does he know these things?
M: You woke me to share his holiday plans?
Villiers: He's logged into our secure website, using your name and password.
M: How the hell does he know these things?
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[A bartender comes to the poker table to take drink orders.]
Bond: Dry martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
Bond: Wait. Three measures of Gordon's gin, 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: Yes, sir.
Felix Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well. Keep the fruit.
Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it? Hmm? Anyone want to play poker now?
Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.
Bond: Dry martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
Bond: Wait. Three measures of Gordon's gin, 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: Yes, sir.
Felix Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well. Keep the fruit.
Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it? Hmm? Anyone want to play poker now?
Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.
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[Bond and Vesper read up on their cover identities, "Arlington Beech" and "Stephanie Broadchest"]
Bond: We've been involved for quite a long while, hence the shared suite.
Vesper: But my family is strict Roman Catholic, so for appearance's sake, it'll be a two-bedroom suite.
Bond: [sarcastically] I do hate it when religion comes between us.
Vesper: Religion and a locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
Bond: Don't worry. You're not my type.
Vesper: Smart?
Bond: Single.
Bond: We've been involved for quite a long while, hence the shared suite.
Vesper: But my family is strict Roman Catholic, so for appearance's sake, it'll be a two-bedroom suite.
Bond: [sarcastically] I do hate it when religion comes between us.
Vesper: Religion and a locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
Bond: Don't worry. You're not my type.
Vesper: Smart?
Bond: Single.
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[Bond brings in a beautiful purple dress and hangs it on the bathroom door]
Vesper: Something you expect me to wear?
Bond: When you walk in and kiss me wearing that, the other players will be thinking of your neckline rather than their cards. Do you think you could do that for me?
Vesper: [sarcastically] I'll do my best.
Bond: Thank you.
[Bond walks out of the bathroom and notices a dinner jacket lying on his bed. He walks back into the bathroom, holding the dinner jacket]
Bond: I have a dinner jacket.
Vesper: There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.
Bond: How?… It's tailored.
Vesper: I sized you up the moment we met.
Vesper: Something you expect me to wear?
Bond: When you walk in and kiss me wearing that, the other players will be thinking of your neckline rather than their cards. Do you think you could do that for me?
Vesper: [sarcastically] I'll do my best.
Bond: Thank you.
[Bond walks out of the bathroom and notices a dinner jacket lying on his bed. He walks back into the bathroom, holding the dinner jacket]
Bond: I have a dinner jacket.
Vesper: There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.
Bond: How?… It's tailored.
Vesper: I sized you up the moment we met.
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[Bond has been stripped naked, tied to a bottomless chair, and tortured with repeated lashes to the testicles from Le Chiffre's knotted rope in order to force him to reveal the password for the Swiss bank account.]
Le Chiffre: Miss Lynd will give me the account number, if she hasn't already, so all I need from you is the password.
[Bond glares icily at Le Chiffre.]
[sternly] The password, please.
Bond: [defiantly] I've got a little itch…down there. Would you mind?
[Le Chiffre whips Bond's testicles.]
Bond: [screams in agony] No! No! No! No…TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT!
Le Chiffre: You are a funny man, Mr. Bond. [lashes him again]
Bond: [screams in pain] Yes, yes, yes! [starts laughing maniacally] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!
Le Chiffre: I died? I died?
Bond: Yes, because no matter what you do, I'm not going to give you the password, which means your clients are going to hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing! Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere left to hide.
Le Chiffre: Oh, but you are SO WRONG! Because even after I slaughter you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms! Because they need what I know.
Bond: [resigned] The big picture.
[From the other room, Vesper screams - Bond and Le Chiffre notice it]
Le Chiffre: Yes. Now give me the password, and I will at least let her live. [slaps him on the cheek] Come on, Bond. Do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.
[Bond starts laughing]
Le Chiffre: You're really not going to tell me, are you?
Bond: No.
[Le Chiffre knocks Bond on his back and brandishes a knife]
Le Chiffre: Then…I think I'll feed you what you seem not to value.
[Suddenly, two gunshots are heard and Mr. White charges into the room, pointing a gun at Le Chiffre]
Le Chiffre: I'll get the money. Tell them I'll get the money.
Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust. [Mr. White shoots Le Chiffre dead]
Le Chiffre: Miss Lynd will give me the account number, if she hasn't already, so all I need from you is the password.
[Bond glares icily at Le Chiffre.]
[sternly] The password, please.
Bond: [defiantly] I've got a little itch…down there. Would you mind?
[Le Chiffre whips Bond's testicles.]
Bond: [screams in agony] No! No! No! No…TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT, TO THE RIGHT!
Le Chiffre: You are a funny man, Mr. Bond. [lashes him again]
Bond: [screams in pain] Yes, yes, yes! [starts laughing maniacally] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!
Le Chiffre: I died? I died?
Bond: Yes, because no matter what you do, I'm not going to give you the password, which means your clients are going to hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing! Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere left to hide.
Le Chiffre: Oh, but you are SO WRONG! Because even after I slaughter you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms! Because they need what I know.
Bond: [resigned] The big picture.
[From the other room, Vesper screams - Bond and Le Chiffre notice it]
Le Chiffre: Yes. Now give me the password, and I will at least let her live. [slaps him on the cheek] Come on, Bond. Do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.
[Bond starts laughing]
Le Chiffre: You're really not going to tell me, are you?
Bond: No.
[Le Chiffre knocks Bond on his back and brandishes a knife]
Le Chiffre: Then…I think I'll feed you what you seem not to value.
[Suddenly, two gunshots are heard and Mr. White charges into the room, pointing a gun at Le Chiffre]
Le Chiffre: I'll get the money. Tell them I'll get the money.
Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust. [Mr. White shoots Le Chiffre dead]
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[Bond sips his drink.]
Bond: You know, I think I'll call that a "Vesper."
Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
Bond: No. Because once you've tasted it, it's all you want to drink. [Vesper laughs] I thought it was a quite a good line.
Vesper: It was a very good line.
Bond: But you're laughing at it.
Vesper: Not so much it, as you.
Bond: [chuckles] Oh, well, that's fine, then. [pauses and looks at Vesper's necklace] I've figured out what that is. It's an Algerian Love Knot.
Vesper: Really? I just thought it was something pretty.
Bond: No you didn't. Someone gave that to you. [pause] He's a very lucky man.
Bond: You know, I think I'll call that a "Vesper."
Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
Bond: No. Because once you've tasted it, it's all you want to drink. [Vesper laughs] I thought it was a quite a good line.
Vesper: It was a very good line.
Bond: But you're laughing at it.
Vesper: Not so much it, as you.
Bond: [chuckles] Oh, well, that's fine, then. [pauses and looks at Vesper's necklace] I've figured out what that is. It's an Algerian Love Knot.
Vesper: Really? I just thought it was something pretty.
Bond: No you didn't. Someone gave that to you. [pause] He's a very lucky man.
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[first lines]
Bond: M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer if it weren't selling secrets.
Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure I was bent, she'd have sent a 00. Benefits of being Section Chief. I'd know of anyone being promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills. And it takes--
Bond: Two.
Dryden: [pulls his gun on Bond; smiles] Shame. We barely got to know each other. [pulls the trigger, but nothing happens.]
Bond: [holds up the gun's magazine] I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.
Dryden: True. How did he die?
Bond: Your contact? Not well.
Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well...you needn't worry. The second is--
[Bond draws his gun and shoots him dead]
Bond: Yes. Considerably.
Bond: M really doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer if it weren't selling secrets.
Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure I was bent, she'd have sent a 00. Benefits of being Section Chief. I'd know of anyone being promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills. And it takes--
Bond: Two.
Dryden: [pulls his gun on Bond; smiles] Shame. We barely got to know each other. [pulls the trigger, but nothing happens.]
Bond: [holds up the gun's magazine] I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.
Dryden: True. How did he die?
Bond: Your contact? Not well.
Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well...you needn't worry. The second is--
[Bond draws his gun and shoots him dead]
Bond: Yes. Considerably.
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[last lines of the film: Mr. White answers a call on his phone]
Mr. White: Hello?
Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
Mr. White: Who is this?
[White is suddenly shot in the leg, and drops to the ground screaming in pain. He drags himself toward the house, but he is stopped at the steps…and looks up to see Bond with Vesper's phone in his left hand and a Heckler & Koch UMP sub-machine gun in his right hand]
Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.
Mr. White: Hello?
Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
Mr. White: Who is this?
[White is suddenly shot in the leg, and drops to the ground screaming in pain. He drags himself toward the house, but he is stopped at the steps…and looks up to see Bond with Vesper's phone in his left hand and a Heckler & Koch UMP sub-machine gun in his right hand]
Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.
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[Leiter stops Bond on his way to killing Le Chiffre]
Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley. [sees the knife in Bond's hand] You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him.
Bond: Had. Excuse me.
Leiter: You're not buying in?
Bond: No.
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 bring him in.
Bond: What about the winnings?
Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?
Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley. [sees the knife in Bond's hand] You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him.
Bond: Had. Excuse me.
Leiter: You're not buying in?
Bond: No.
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 bring him in.
Bond: What about the winnings?
Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?