- James Bond: [sarcastically to Le Chiffre and, after nearly dying from poisoning] I'm sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.
- James Bond: [Reading about their alias covers] We've been involved for quite a long while. Hence, the shared suite.
- Vesper Lynd: But, my family is strict Roman Catholic. So, for appearances sake, it'll be a two-bedroom suite.
- James Bond: I do *hate* it when religion comes between us.
- Vesper Lynd: Religion - and a securely locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
- James Bond: No, don't worry, you're not my type.
- Vesper Lynd: Smart?
- James Bond: Single.
- James Bond: [after Bond has just lost his 10 million in the game, to the bartender in the casino] Vodka-martini.
- Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
- James Bond: [agitated] Do I look like I give a damn?
- Vesper Lynd: [sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, discussing poker skills on the train heading towards Montenegro] What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond?
- James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.
- Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.
- James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents... I'm gonna have to go with "orphan."
- Vesper Lynd: All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity - hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.
- [he smiles but says nothing]
- Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect Queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches.
- [Glances at his wrist]
- Vesper Lynd: Rolex?
- James Bond: Omega.
- Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard...
- James Bond: No, of course not.
- Vesper Lynd: But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money - and off your perfectly-formed arse.
- James Bond: You noticed?
- Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?
- James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes.
- Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond.
- James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd.
- James Bond: [tied to a wooden chair as he is being tortured] I've got a little itch, down there. Would you mind?
- James Bond: [to the bartender in the casino] Dry Martini.
- Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
- James Bond: Wait... three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.
- Bartender: Yes, sir.
- Tomelli: You know, I'll have one of those.
- Infante: So will I.
- Bartender: Certainly.
- Felix Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well, keep the fruit.
- Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it, hmm? Anyone want to play poker now?
- Felix Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.
- James Bond: [after tasting the Dry Martini] I think I'll call it a Vesper.
- Vesper Lynd: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
- James Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.
- Le Chiffre: [having coming back to the poker table] You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire.
- James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
- James Bond: [laughing - after being stuck five times with a knotted rope inside a steel chamber] Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!
- Le Chiffre: [holding the rope over one shoulder] Oh... I died? I died?
- James Bond: [laughing] Yeah! 'Cause no matter what you do, I'm not gonna give you the password which means your clients are gonna hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing. Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere else to hide.
- Le Chiffre: [rounds on Bond] But you are SO WRONG! 'Cause even after I slaughtered you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms... because they need... what I know.
- James Bond: [quietly] The big picture.
- [in another room, Vesper screams. Bond and Le Chiffre notice this]
- Le Chiffre: Give me the password, and I will at least let her live.
- [slaps Bond on the cheek again]
- Le Chiffre: Bond, do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece.
- [Bond considers this, then looks at Le Chiffre and laughs. Le Chiffre laughs as well, and realizes that Bond will not give in to the torture]
- Le Chiffre: You *really* aren't going to tell me, are you?
- James Bond: [laughing] No.
- Vesper Lynd: [introducing herself to Bond on the train traveling towards Montenegro] I'm the money.
- James Bond: Every penny of it.
- James Bond: I always thought M was a randomly assigned initial, I had no idea it stood for...
- M: Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.
- Vesper Lynd: You're not going to let me in there, are you? You've got your armour back on. That's that.
- James Bond: I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I'm yours.
- Vesper Lynd: You love me?
- James Bond: Enough to travel the world with you until one of us has to take an honest job... which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.
- Felix Leiter: [standing on the stairway in the casino] I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. Felix Leiter, a brother from Langley.
- [sees that Bond has a knife]
- Felix Leiter: You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you have him.
- James Bond: Had. Excuse me.
- Felix Leiter: You're not buying in?
- James Bond: No.
- Felix Leiter: Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not going to last much longer. You have a better chance. I'll stake you. I'm saying I'll give you the money to keep going. Just one thing: you pull it off, the CIA bring him in.
- James Bond: What about the winnings?
- Felix Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?
- Vesper Lynd: [standing inside the elevator to James who is standing in front of her outside the elevator] There isn't enough room for me and your ego.
- Vesper Lynd: You can switch off so easily, can't you? It doesn't bother you? Killing those people?
- James Bond: Well, I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.
- Vesper Lynd: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do, you look at me as if you hadn't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.
- James Bond: If you had just been born, wouldn't you be naked?
- M: Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister and even he's smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, ass-covering prigs? They don't care what we do; they care what we get photographed doing. And how the hell could Bond be so stupid? I give him 00 status and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy. Is the man deranged? And where the hell is he? In the old days if an agent did something that embarrassing he'd have a good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.
- Le Chiffre: [trying to calm an assassin] I'll get the money. Tell them I'll-I'll get the money.
- Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust.
- [shoots him]
- Le Chiffre: [telling Bond he was betrayed] I'm afraid that your friend Mathis... is really... my friend Mathis.
- M: [standing in front of him in her apartment] I knew it was too early to promote you.
- James Bond: [sitting down in front of her computer] Well, I understand 00s have a very short life expectancy... so your mistake will be short-lived.
- Doctor #1: [to Bond, who is going into cardiac arrest with M listening] Stay calm and don't interrupt. Because you'll be dead within two minutes unless you do exactly what I tell you.
- James Bond: [breathing slowly, siting in his Aston Martin] I'm all ears.
- [last lines]
- Mr. White: [answering his cellphone] Hello?
- James Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
- Mr. White: Who is this?
- [a shot rings out shattering White's leg. He drops to the ground in obvious pain and drags himself toward the house. He is stopped at the steps by the feet of a man in a suit. He looks up to see Bond with a cell phone in one hand and an assault weapon in the other]
- James Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.
- Solange: [Kissing on the floor of his beachfront suite] Mmmmm. You like married women... don't you, James?
- James Bond: It keeps things simple.
- Solange: [laughs] What is it about bad men? You... my husband. I had so many chances to be happy, so many nice guys. Why can't nice guys be more like you?
- James Bond: Because then they'd be bad.
- Solange: [kissing him some more] Mmmmm, yes!... But, so much more interesting.
- [Dryden, an MOD director, comes into his office late at night. He notices that his safe has been broken into, and soon finds James Bond sitting in the shadows]
- James Bond: M doesn't mind you earning a little money on the side, Dryden. She'd just prefer it if it wasn't selling secrets.
- [Dryden sits at his desk and quietly opens a concealed drawer, containing a gun]
- Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me, you have the wrong man, Bond. If M was so sure that I was bent, she'd have sent a 00. Benefits of being section chief; I'd know if anyone had been promoted to 00 status, wouldn't I? Your file shows no kills. And it takes...
- James Bond: Two.
- [flashback to Bond savagely fighting Dryden's contact, Fisher, in a bathroom]
- Dryden: [points his gun at Bond] Shame... we barely got to know each other.
- [pulls the trigger, but nothing happens]
- James Bond: [holds up the clip from Dryden's pistol] I know where you keep your gun. I suppose that's something.
- Dryden: [lowers his gun] True. How did he die?
- James Bond: Your contact? Not well.
- [cut back to Bond beating Fisher, then trying to drown him in a sink]
- Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is...
- [Bond draws his gun and kills Dryden. As he falls back, his lifeless hand is seen pushing a photo of himself with his wife and their daughter off the table]
- James Bond: Yes. Considerably.
- Vesper Lynd: [smiling] You know, James, I just want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever met.
- James Bond: [sitting in a wheelchair next to her, outside a clinic] That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.
- Vesper Lynd: [smiles] I have no idea.
- James Bond: But you're aching to find out.
- Le Chiffre: [to Bond, naked and tied to a wooden chair inside a steel chamber] Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.
- M: [as Solange's dead body is carried away] I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached, but that's not your problem, is it, Bond?
- James Bond: No.
- James Bond: [stepping out of the bathroom showing her his dinner jacket] I have a dinner jacket.
- Vesper Lynd: There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.
- James Bond: [irritated] How?... It's tailored.
- Vesper Lynd: I sized you up the moment we met.
- Vesper Lynd: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.
- [Bond, having been poisoned, is attempting to use a defibrillator on himself while a doctor talks him through the process over the phone, but the defibrillator has come disconnected. Bond passes out and his heart stops. Vesper arrives, reconnects the defibrillator, and uses it to restart Bond's heart. He regains consciousness]
- James Bond: [having woken up] You OK?
- Vesper Lynd: [confused] Me?
- James Bond: Thank you.
- Hot Room Doctor: You're welcome. Now get yourself off to a hospital.
- James Bond: I will do. As soon as I've won this game.
- Vesper Lynd: You're not seriously going back there?
- James Bond: I wouldn't dream of it.
- Vesper Lynd: [to Bond] This is me in character pissed off because you're losing so damn hard we won't be here past midnight. Oddly enough, my character's feelings mirror my own.
- James Bond: [talking privately to Vesper after losing all of his chips] Well, I'm gonna need the other five million to buy back in.
- Vesper Lynd: I can't do that, James.
- James Bond: Look, I made a mistake. I was impatient, maybe I was arrogant, but I can beat him.
- Vesper Lynd: [quietly] I'm sorry.
- James Bond: [angrily grabs Vesper's arm] "Sorry?" Sorry! Why don't you try putting that in a sentence, like maybe, "Sorry Le Chiffre's gonna win, continue funding terror and killing innocent people!" That kind of "sorry"?
- Vesper Lynd: You lost because of your ego, and that same ego can't take it! That's what this is all about. All you're going to do now is lose more.
- James Bond: [mumbling] Well then, you're an idiot.
- Vesper Lynd: I'm sorry?
- James Bond: I said you're a bloody idiot! Look in my eyes. I can beat this man - you know that.
- Vesper Lynd: [quietly] Get your hand off my arm.
- Steven Obanno: [after swinging a machete to cut off Valenka's hand, he stops just short of her flesh and looks at her admiringly] Not a word of protest. You should find a new boyfriend.
- Le Chiffre: [after striking Bond with a knotted rope inside a steel chamber] You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure.
- [strikes Bond again, this time harder]
- Le Chiffre: And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge... that if you do not yield soon enough... there will be little left to identify you as a man.
- [drags up a stool, sits down next to Bond and slaps him on the cheek]
- Le Chiffre: The only question remains: will you yield, in time?
- Carter: [sees Mollaka in the crowd, watching animals fight] Looks like our man, burn scars on his face.
- James Bond: Hmm. I wonder if bomb-makers are insured for things like that.
- Mathis: [standing next to Bond on a balcony seeing police find two African assassins dead in the truck of a car] Being dead does not mean one cannot be helpful.
- James Bond: [as Solange is kissing her way down Bond's chest] Can I ask you a personal question?
- Solange: Now wouldn't seem an appropriate time.