James Bond – Character Quotes

James Bond: — Miss Kennedy would you get me a medium-dry Vodka Martini?
Pam Bouvier: — Well, why don't you ask...
James Bond: — Shaken, not stirred.

James Bond: — The Chinese have a saying: "Before setting out on revenge, you first dig two graves."
Melina Havelock: — I don't expect you to understand. You're English, but I'm half Greek. And Greek women, like Electra... always avenge their loved ones.

A martini. Shaken, not stirred.

— Three more ticks and Mr. Goldfinger would have hit the jackpot. Did you get him?
— Not yet, but he won't get far.
— And Pussy?
— She helped us switch the gas in the canisters. By the way, what made her call Washington.
— I must have appealed to her maternal instincts.
— Come on, James. Get aboard. You can't keep the President waiting.
— Special plane, lunch at the White House. How come?
— The President wants to thank you personally.

— This is gold, Mr. Bond. All my life, I've been in love with its color, its brilliance, its divine heaviness. I welcome any enterprise that will increase my stock. Which is considerable.
— I think you've made your point, Goldfinger. Thank you for the demonstration.
— Choose your next witticism carefully, Mr. Bond. It may be your last. The purpose of our two previous encounters is now very clear to me. I do not intend
to be distracted by another. Good night, Mr. Bond.
— Do you expect me to talk?
— No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die. There is nothing you can talk to me about that I don't already know.
— You're forgetting one thing. If I fail to report, 008 replaces me.
— I trust he will be more successful.
— But he knows what I know.
— You know nothing, Mr. Bond.
— Operation Grand Slam, for instance.
— Two words you may have overheard, which cannot possibly have any significance to you or anyone in your organization.
— Can you afford to take that chance?
— You are quite right, Mr. Bond. You are worth more to me alive.

— You are a clever, resourceful man, Mr. Bond.
— Why, thank you.
— Perhaps too clever. Twice our paths have crossed, let's leave it at that. I should think our first meeting would have convinced you.
— Oh, I see. You're worried about me not giving you a return game.

— Morning, Q.
— Good morning, 007. This way, please. My, we are busy this morning. It's not perfected yet.
— Where's my Bentley?
— Oh, it's had its day, I'm afraid.
— But it's never let me down.
— M's orders, 007. You'll be using this Aston Martin D85, with modifications. Now, pay attention, please. Windscreen, bulletproof. As are the side and the rear windows. Revolving number plates, naturally. Valid all countries. Here's a nice little transmitting device called a homer. You prime it by pressing that back like this. You see? The smaller model is now standard field issue, to be fitted into the heel of your shoe. Its larger brother is magnetic. Right. To be concealed in the car you're trailing while you keep out of sight. Reception on the dashboard here. Auto-visual. Range, 150 miles.
— Ingenious. And useful, too. Allow a man to stop off for a quick one en route.
— It has not been perfected after years of patient research entirely for that purpose, 007. And incidentally, we'd appreciate its return, along with all
your other equipment, intact, for once, when you return from the field.

Now hear this, Goldfinger. Your luck has just changed. I doubt very much if the Miami Beach police would take kindly to what you're doing. Nod your head
if you agree. Nod! Good. Now start losing, Goldfinger. Shall we say, $10,000? No, let's be generous. Let's make it 15,000.

— Who are you?
— Bond. James Bond.

— But what's on your mind? I'm on holiday.
— Not anymore, you're not. Signal from London.
— Might have known M wouldn't book me into the best hotel in Miami Beach out of pure gratitude.
— He asked us to keep an eye on him for you.
— Auric Goldfinger. Sounds like a French nail varnish.
— He's British, but he doesn't sound like it. Big operator. Worldwide interests, all apparently quite reputable. Owns one of the finest stud farms in the States.

— I get a kick out of watching the great James Bond find out what a bloody fool he's been making of himself. We're pros, Mr. Bond. We sweated your recognition code out of one of your men in Tokyo before he died. I've been keeping tabs on you. I've been your guardian angel. Saved your life at the gypsy camp.
— Yes. I'm much obliged.
— We were keeping you alive until you could get us the Lektor.

— I've rarely seen a handsomer couple. Mr. And Mrs. David Somerset.
— Your name's Caroline.
— Caroline. I like that name.
— You're accompanying me on a business trip on the way back to Derbyshire.
— Twelve children?
— No children.
— Not even one little boy?
— Niet.

— So you're Tatiana Romanova.
— My friends call me Tania.
— Mine call me James Bond. Now that we've been properly introduced...
— Careful! Guns upset me.
— I'm sorry. I'm a bit upset myself. You look just like your photograph. You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.
— Thank you, but I think my mouth is too big.
— No, it's the right size. For me, that is.

Breakfast for one at 9:00, please. Green figs, yogurt, coffee, very black. Thank you.

— I can see the face of the other man now.
— Krilencu! So, he's back. Another Bulgarian they use as a killer. Just the man for the limpet mine job. I've had trouble with him before. But he's stayed out of Istanbul for over a year now. Take a look. You should remember him. This man kills for pleasure.