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]
Q:
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.
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.
[
El Presidente takes the cheque and leaves]
Franz Sanchez:
Seņor 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.
[
Killifer, who took the bribe, 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!
[
Throws the case at him, knocking him into the water]
Sharkey:
God, what a terrible waste.
[
Bond gives him a look]
Sharkey:
Of money.
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]
Della Leiter:
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.
[
M confronts Bond in Key West]
M:
You were supposed to be in Istanbul LAST NIGHT! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has
[
beat]
M:
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 clear it up.
James Bond:
SIR! They're not going to DO ANYTHING!
James Bond:
[
calms down] I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times.
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:
[
incensed] We're not a country club, 007!
[
pause]
M:
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, uh... a farewell to arms.
James Bond:
Pam, this is Q, my "uncle". Q, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin."
Q:
Ah! We must be related.
[
kisses her]
[
a fork lift truck bursts through a wall with a Heller impaled on the forks]
Pam Bouvier:
Oh, God, it's Heller.
James Bond:
Yeah. Looks like he came to a dead end.
[
explosions are heard]
James Bond:
Come on!
[
Asked why he has a gun]
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.
[
Pam is dressed in a white robe, making her look like an angel]
Dario:
[
slowly looks at her] Ha! Ha! Ha! You're dead!
Pam Bouvier:
[
raises a gun] You took the words right out of my mouth!
[
shoots him]
[
Sanchez has just blown up Milton Krest in a decompression chamber full of money, splattering blood all over it]
Perez:
What about the money, patron?
Franz Sanchez:
Launder it.
Truman-Lodge:
[
after two of the tanker trucks are destroyed] Brilliant! Well done, Franz! Another eighty-million dollar write-off!
Sanchez:
Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead.
[
shoots him]
[
Repeated line]
Professor Joe Butcher:
Bless your heart!
[
their boat just died]
Pam Bouvier:
Out of Gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time.
James Bond:
Well, they must have hit the fuel line.
James Bond:
[
aiming the signiture gun at Sanchez's office window] Watch the birdy, you bastard.
[
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!
[
Leiter sees the traitor cop]
Felix Leiter:
Killifer?
Ed Killifer:
Sorry, ol' buddy, but two mil's a helluva chunk o' dough.
[
after a gunfight with henchmen]
Felix Leiter:
[
to Bond] Hey, observer! You trying to get yourself killed?
James Bond:
If I don't get you back in time for the wedding, I'm a dead man for sure!
[
Sanchez and Krest have just discovered a lot of money in Krest's pressure chamber]
Milton Krest:
That's not my money, I swear!
Franz Sanchez:
That's right, amigo. It's mine!
Franz Sanchez:
[
grabs Krest] You think I'm stupid! HUH! You rip me off then use my own money to PAY someone to KILL ME? You want it so bad? Then TAKE IT!
[
kicks Krest into the pressure chamber]
[
Sanchez is about to put Bond onto a conveyor leading to a cocaine grinder]
Franz Sanchez:
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.
[
Bond sees that Sharkey has been killed]
James Bond:
You'd better find yourself a new lover!
Lupe Lamora:
Don't you men know any other way?
James Bond:
It's Sanchez's way! You seem to like it!
Franz Sanchez:
Drug dealers of the world, unite!
Ed Killifer:
Freeze! Over by the trap door, old buddy.
James Bond:
Is this where you put your old buddy Felix?
Ed Killifer:
Not me. Chalk that one up to Sanchez and Krest.
[
Bond points a harpoon at the man who killed Sharkey]
James Bond:
Compliments of Sharkey!
[
shoots him]
[
Sanchez is about to kill James]
Franz Sanchez:
You could have had everything.
James Bond:
Don't you want to know why?
[
Shows Sanchez Felix's lighter, then sets Sanchez on fire]
Franz Sanchez:
[
after telling Krest to keep his mistress on his boat] Hey. No fooling around with my girl.
Milton Krest:
Are you kidding? After what you did to that guy in the Islands?
Franz Sanchez:
You liked my little Valentine, huh?
James Bond:
[
Pam kisses Bond] Why don't you wait until you're asked?
Pam Bouvier:
Why don't you ask me?
[
kisses Bond again]
[
last lines]
[
Bond kisses Pam after jumping into a swimming pool after her]
Pam Bouvier:
Why don't you wait until you're asked?
James Bond:
So why don't you ask me?
[
first lines]
AWACS radar operator:
We have a mid-course deviation. Target heading 036, 126 miles, bearing 062, Havana VOR.
Voice of DEA agent:
He's landing at Crab Key. Advise Key West Drug Enforcement.
AWACS radar operator:
Roger, sir. AWACS to Key West. Key West Drug Enforcement, please come in.
Voice of DEA agent:
If they hurry, they just might be able to grab the bastard.
Felix Leiter:
Where's my wife?
Dario:
Don't worry. We gave her a nice Honeymooooon.
Hawkins:
Local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night. Turned up 500 keys of Colombian pure, couple of stiffs, and a little bit of piece of what used to be Killifer.
James Bond:
Good. At least someone's on the case.
Hawkins:
You may be a pal of Leiter's, but I can only cover up so much. The DEA is screaming to know what happened. You know, we... we've got laws in this country, too.
James Bond:
Do you have a law against what they did to Leiter?
[
a couple of men arrive to escort Bond]
Hawkins:
Look... you're in over your head. This is where it ends, Commander.
[
James Bond reluctantly takes Della's garter]
Della Leiter:
Did I say something wrong?
Felix Leiter:
He was married once. But it was a long time ago.
[
Heller takes an arsenal case, only to be caught by a suspicious Sanchez]
Heller:
Hey. I was making sure these were secure.
Sanchez:
It's a good idea. Take them up to my car.
Heller:
Of course.
[
Sharkey asks about Felix]
Sharkey:
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.
[
Rasmussen leaves]
Sharkey:
Chainsaw my ass. I know a shark bite when I see one.
[
a couple of divers arrive with Sharky's corpse]
Milton Krest:
Nice work, Clive.
Clive:
Thanks, Mr. Krest. Guest what? His name was Sharkey.
[
Pam saves Bond from Dario, who is then violently decimated in a crushing machine]
Pam Bouvier:
Are you all right?
James Bond:
SWITCH THE BLOODY MACHINE OFF!
Felix Leiter:
There's only one law down there. Sanchez's Law! Plomo o Plata.
James Bond:
[
nodding] Lead or Silver.
[
after Bond has introduced Pam as his executive secretary Miss Kennedy]
Pam Bouvier:
It's Ms. Kennedy. And why can't you be my executive secretary?
James Bond:
We're south of the border. It's a man's world.
James Bond:
Bond, James Bond
[
Kwang and his Hong Kong agents have captured Bond]
Kwang:
Who would have a signature gun?
Fallon:
James Bond.
[
examines the gun]
Fallon:
This is the property of Her Majesty's Government. How did *you* get it?
James Bond:
Piss off!
Kwang:
Who ordered you to kill Sanchez?
Fallon:
No one! He's a rogue agent. I've got orders to bring him back one way or another.
Kwang:
We're Hong Kong Narcotics, you BASTARD!
[
grabs Bond]
Kwang:
Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years!
[
menacingly]
Kwang:
I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off!
James Bond:
[
Sanchez' army is at the hideout] Get me out of these bloody things!
Fallon:
No, Commander. You're a loose cannon on deck.
[
prepares syringe]
Fallon:
I'm shipping you straight back to London.
[
Bond struggles until Sanchez' army attacks]
James Bond:
Miss Kennedy would you get me a medium-dry Vodka Martini...
Pam Bouvier:
Why don't you ask...
James Bond:
Shaken, not stirred.
[
Bond heads for Pam's bedroom]
James Bond:
Good night, Q.
Pam Bouvier:
Sweet dreams, Mr. Bond.
[
closes the door on him]
James Bond:
[
sighing] I hope you don't snore, Q.
Hawkins:
[
after checking an airplane] No Sanchez.
Felix Leiter:
Damn!
[
Sanchez and his men have caught Lupe in bed with another man]
Franz Sanchez:
[
to Lupe] What did he promise you? His heart?
[
to Dario]
Franz Sanchez:
Give her his heart!
[
Dario pulls a knife]
Lupe Lamora:
[
as the man is being removed] No. No Franz. I didn't mean any harm.
Franz Sanchez:
It's okay, baby. No te preocupes. We all make mistakes.
[
produces a whip]
Franz Sanchez:
Your escapades are getting more creative.
Lupe Lamora:
Por favor, Franz.
Franz Sanchez:
Not a word.
[
Sanchez whips her while Dario cuts out her lover's heart]
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