Timothy Dalton: James Bond

Licence to Kill

James Bond

[M confronts Bond in Key West at the Hemingway House]
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". Uncle, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin."
Q: Ah! We must be related.
[kisses her]

James Bond: [aiming the signiture gun at Sanchez's office window] Watch the birdy, you bastard.

[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 glares at Sharkey]
Sharkey: Of money.
[Bond stops glaring]

[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: [after seeing whip marks on Lupe's back] 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.
Lupe Lamora: You know nothing. Please go. If they find you here, we'll both be killed.

Pam Bouvier: Look, I just saved your life back there! If it wasn't for me your ass would have been nailed to the wall.
James Bond: You saved *my life*?
Pam Bouvier: YES!
James Bond: It's a tough business you picked, Miss Bouvier. Leave it to the professionals!
Pam Bouvier: Look, pal, I was an *Army pilot*! I have flown to the toughest hell-holes in South America and I will *not* have you lecture *me* about PROFESSIONALISM!

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.

[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.

[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!