Señor Bond, you got big cojones. You come here, to my place, without references, carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money... but you should know something: nobody saw you come in, so nobody has to see you go out.
[about to put Bond in a cocaine grinder] When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.
Della Leiter: [kissing Bond] That's a custom, you see. The bride always gets to kiss her best man.
James Bond: I thought it was the other way around.
Della Leiter: Aww... [kisses him again] Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut this cake.
James Bond: I'll do anything for a woman with a knife.
Ed Killifer: You're facing 139 felony counts, Sanchez. Why that's 936 years. Even one of your famous $1 million dollar bribes can't get you out of this one.
Franz Sanchez: Two.
Ed Killifer: What?
Franz Sanchez: Two million. U.S. Standing offer for anyone who squeaks me.
Ed Killifer: Goddammit, you think you're in some banana republic?! All that scumbag money won't do you a bit of good here.
Franz Sanchez: Very good, but I think I'm gonna be home soon, huh?
Ed Killifer: Why you.....[attacks Sanchez before being restrained by his partner]
[Felix realises Killifer betrayed him]
Felix Leiter: Killifer?
Ed Killifer: Sorry, ol' buddy, but two mil's a helluva chunk o' dough.
[M confronts Bond in Key West]
M: You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has, somehow...clouded your judgment. You have a job to do. I expect you on a plane this afternoon.
James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir.
M: Leave it to the Americans. It's their mess. Let them clean it up.
James Bond: Sir, they're not going to do anything! I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times before.
M: Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks.
James Bond: And his wife?
M: This private vendetta of yours could easily compromise Her Majesty's government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally.
James Bond: Then you have my resignation, sir.
M: We're not a country club, 007! Effective immediately, your licence to kill is revoked. And I require you to hand over your weapon. Now. I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
James Bond: I guess it's...farewell to arms.
[Bond knocks the other agents and escapes before the snipers on the top roof try to kill him and the other MI6 agent tries to shoot Bond down, but M stops him]
M: Don't! Too many people! [M sees his best agent running away from MI6 in Key West and is shocked to see this] God help you, commander.
President Hector Lopez: There has been a mistake with my cheque. Look at it! It's half the usual amount.
Franz Sanchez: You were very quiet when I was arrested. Remember, you're only president... for life.
James Bond: This is no place for you, Q. Go home.
Q: Oh, don't be an idiot, 007. I know exactly what you're up to, and quite frankly, you're going to need my help. Remember, if it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago. [opens a case] Everything for a man on holiday. Explosive alarm clock - guaranteed never to wake up anyone who uses it. Dentonite toothpaste - to be used sparingly, the latest in plastic explosive.
James Bond: I could do with some plastic.
James Bond: In my business you prepare for the unexpected.
Franz Sanchez: And what business is that?
James Bond: I help people with problems.
Franz Sanchez: Problem solver?
James Bond: More of a problem eliminator.
Franz Sanchez: In this business, there's a lot of cash. And a lot of people with their hands out.
Kwang: In a word... bribery.
Franz Sanchez: Exactly. He took the words right out of my pocket.
[Felix is being lowered into a pool full of sharks]
Franz Sanchez: I just want you to know that this is nothing personal. It's purely business.
Felix Leiter: Killing me won't stop anything, Sanchez!
Franz Sanchez: There are worse things than dying, hombre.
[Lowers him into the shark pit]
Felix Leiter: See you in hell!
Franz Sanchez: No, no. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!
Sharkey: [about Felix] How is he?
James Bond: His left leg's gone below the knee. But they might be able to save his arm.
Rasmussen: You can bet it was a chainsaw. Colombians love to use them on informers. Hell, they sell more here than the state of Oregon.
Sharkey: Chainsaw my ass. I know a shark bite when I see one.
Killifer is dangling on a rope over shark-infested water
Ed Killifer: There's $2 million in that suitcase. I'll split it with you.
James Bond[menacingly]: You earned it. You keep it... old buddy!
[Bond throws the case at him, knocking Killifer into the water. A shark makes Killifer his next meal]
Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste.
[Bond glares at Sharkey]
Sharkey: Of money.
[Kwang and his Hong Kong agents have captured James Bond]
Kwang: Who would have a signature gun?
Fallon: James Bond. [examines the gun] This is the property of Her Majesty's Government. How did you get it?
James Bond: Take a hike!
Kwang: Who ordered you to kill Sanchez?
Fallon: No one! He's a rogue agent. I've got orders to take him back one way or another.
James Bond: Who are you people?!
Kwang: We're Hong Kong Narcotics, you monster! [grabs Bond] Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years! [menacingly] I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off!
[Sanchez's army is at the hideout]
James Bond: Get me out of these bloody things so I can deal with you!
Fallon: No, Commander. You're in no position to make deals. You're a loose cannon on deck. [prepares syringe] I'm shipping you straight back to London.
[Bond struggles until Sanchez's army attacks]
Lupe Lamora: What are you doing?
James Bond: I've had my fill of Sanchez's hospitality.
Lupe Lamora: He told you to stay. You're asking for big trouble.
James Bond: Look, there's no need for you to get involved. Just give me five minutes, then scream your head off.
Lupe Lamora: James, please, listen to me. There's guards all over the place. You'll never make it.
Heller: I can get the trucks out! But I don't think I can control the fire!
Franz Sanchez: Forget the fire! Get some cars, we're gonna take the tankers with us!
Truman-Lodge: Wait a minute! This setup cost us $32 million! We've got to try and save it!
Franz Sanchez: I don't give a shit about the setup! We've got $500 million in the case, and 20 tonnes of Colombian pure in the tankers! Now go help Heller!
Truman-Lodge: But we've got a deal with the Orientals. We've got their money.
Franz Sanchez: I said go help Heller!
Dario: [sees Pam as he's about to kill Bond] Ha ha ha, you're dead!
Pam Bouvier: You took the words right out of my mouth! [shoots him]
[Bond has destroyed a tanker]
Truman-Lodge: Brilliant! Well done, Franz! Another $80 million write-off!
Franz Sanchez: Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead.
[Sanchez guns him down]
Franz Sanchez: You could have had everything
James Bond: Do you want to know why?
[Bond briefly shows Sanchez his cigar lighter]
Lighter engraving: James, love always. Della and Felix.
[Bond sets Sanchez on fire and Bond escapes before the oil tanker explodes and Bond sees Pam driving a truck cab]
Pam Bouvier: What are you waiting for, get in!
[Bond gets in the truck and escapes with Pam]
[Bond is at the party having a phone call with Felix Leiter]
James Bond: I'll be up to see you next week.
Felix Leiter: Good. I'll be out by then. M called, he tried to reach you, I think he may have a job for you.
James Bond: Look, Felix, I have to go, My, er, hostess has just arrived.
Felix Leiter: Take care, James.
James Bond: You too. Goodbye.
Pam Bouvier: Why don't you wait until you're asked?