Natalya Siminova: How can you be so cold? James Bond: It's what keeps me alive. Natalya Siminova: No. It's what keeps you alone.
Alec Trevelyan: I might as well ask if all those vodka martinis silence the screams of all the men you've killed... or if you've found forgiveness in the arms of all those women, for the ones you failed to protect?
Alec Trevelyan: I set the timers for six minutes. The same six minutes that you gave me. Natalya Siminova: What does that mean? James Bond: We have three minutes.
M: I think you are a sexist misogynist dinosaur, a relic from the Cold War.
Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: He wants to ask ME for a favor! My knee aches every single day! Twice as bad when it is cold. Do you have any idea how long the winter lasts in this country? Tell him, Dmitri. Bodyguard: Well, it depends-- Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky: SILENCE!
M: If I want sarcasm, I'll speak to my children.
Xenia Onatopp: You don't need the gun. James Bond: Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.
Alec Trevelyan: Hello, James, what an unpleasant surprise. James Bond: We aim to please.
Xenia Onatopp: Enjoy it while it lasts. James Bond: Those are the words I live by.
James Bond: I must say, I've had a lovely evening. Xenia Onatopp: Well, once again the pleasure was all yours.
name's Zukovsky. Tough mother. Big guy with a limp. James Bond: Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky? Jack Wade: Yeah, you know him? James Bond: I gave him the limp.
M: If you don't think I have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong.
Alec Trevelyan: What can't you just be a good boy and die? James Bond: You first.
Natalya Siminova: Do you destroy every vehicle you get into? James Bond: Standard operating procedure.
Psychologist: James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast? James Bond: More often than you realize.
Miss Moneypenny: You know, this kind of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment. James Bond: And what's the penalty for that? Miss Moneypenny: Some day, you'll have to make good on your innuendos.
Q: Need I remind you, 007, that you have a license to kill---not to break the traffic laws!
[Q has blown up a dummy with an explosive pen] Q: Don't say it... James Bond: The writing is on the wall. Q: Along with the rest of him.
[Bond draws his gun.] Alec Trevelyan: Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
General Ourumov: Throw down your weapons and come out with your hands above your head. James Bond: How original.
Dimitri Mishkin: So, how shall we execute you, Mr. Bond? James Bond: What, no small talk? No chit-chat? You know, that's the problem these days. No one bothers to take the time to give a really sinister interrogation.