Casino Royale (2006 film)
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Casino Royale was directed by Martin Campbell. Written by Ian Fleming (novel); Neal Purvis, Robert Wade and Paul Haggis (screenplay).
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[edit] James Bond
- [Bond returns to his seat in a game of poker after being poisoned, much to the surprise and dismay of Le Chiffre] I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.
[edit] 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, arse-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 the good sense to defect! Christ, I miss the Cold War!
[edit] Dialogue
- 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 Double-O. Benefits of being Section Chief. I'd know of anyone being promoted to Double-O status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills and it takes...
- Bond: Two.
- Dryden: [pulling his gun on Bond] Shame. We barely got to know each other.
- [Dryden pulls the trigger. 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.
- Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
- Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
- M: How the hell did you find out where I lived!?
- Bond: Same way I found out your name. I thought "M" was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for—
- M: Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed. You've got a bloody cheek!
- Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.
- M: Or yourself. You stormed into an Embassy. You violated the only absolutely inviolate rule of international relations, and why? So you could kill a nobody. We wanted to question him, not to kill him! For God's sake! You're supposed to display some kind of judgement.
- Bond: I did. I thought one less bomb maker in the world would be a good thing.
- M: Exactly. One bomb maker. We're trying to figure out how an entire network of terrorist groups is financed and you give us one bomb maker. Hardly the big picture, wouldn't you say? I knew it was too early to promote you.
- Bond: Well, I understand double-O's have a very short life expectancy, so your mistake will be short-lived.
- M: This may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand, but arrogance and self awareness seldom go hand-in-hand.
- Bond: So you want me to be half monk, half hitman?
- M: Any thug can kill. I want you to take your ego out of the equation, and to judge the situation dispassionately. I need to know that 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 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.
- [Bond heads for the elevator]
- M: And Bond...don't ever break into my house again.
- Vesper: I'm the money.
- Bond:Every penny of it.
- Vesper: 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 sympathizes.
- Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
- Bond: Don't worry. You're not my type.
- Vesper: Smart?
- Bond: Single.
- 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 has just gone bust in the poker game.]
- Bond: Vodka martini.
- Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
- Bond: Do I look like I give a damn?
- [Leiter stops Bond on his way to killing Le Chiffre]
- Felix Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a 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 have him.
- Bond: Had. Excuse me.
- Felix Leiter: You're not buying in?
- 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 bring him in.
- Bond: What about the winnings?
- Felix Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?
- [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: Oh, well, that's fine, then.
- 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 has been stripped naked, tied to a bottomless chair, and tortured with repeated lashes to the testicles from Le Chiffre's knotted rope.]
- Le Chiffre: 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 is going to know that you died scratching my balls!
- Le Chiffre: I died? I died?
- Bond: Yes, because when your contacts find you, they're going to cut you into little pieces while you're still breathing! Because if you kill me, there'll be no place left to hide.
- Le Chiffre: Oh, but you are so wrong! Even after I slaughtered 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.
- Le Chiffre: Yes. Now give me the password, and I will at least let her live. [slaps him] C'mon, 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] Then... I think I'll feed you what you seem not to value.
- [Suddenly, a gunshot sounds 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 important to our organization as knowing who to trust. [shoots Le Chiffre dead]
- Vesper Lynd: If all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I know.
- Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.
- Vesper: No, I don't, actually.
- Bond: But you're dying to find out.
- Le Chiffre: (to Valenka) You are really testing my patience!
- Valenka: (Kisses him) I'm sorry.
(Both are accosted by Mollaka and Stephen Obanno)
- Obanno: (Furiously, gripping Le Chiffre) Where is my money!?!
- Vesper: You love me?
- 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.
- M: You don't trust anyone, do you, Bond?
- Bond: No.
- M: Then you've learned your lesson.
- [Mr White answers a call on his cell phone]
- Mr. White: Hello?
- Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
- Mr. White: Who is this?
- [White is suddenly shot in the leg. He drags himself toward the house. He is stopped at the steps and looks up to see Bond with a cell phone in one hand and an assault weapon in the other]
- Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.
[edit] Taglines
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