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[M arrives at her home and prepares a drink when she suddenly hears the sound of glass clanging from behind her. She sees a silhouette of Bond near the window
: Where the hell have you been? James Bond
: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.
: [Writing Bond's obituary
] What do you say about a man like that?
[Bond opens a garage door to reveal his Aston Martin DB5
: Oh, and I suppose that's completely inconspicuous. James Bond
: Get in.
: 007, what the hell are you doing? Are you kidnapping me? James Bond
: That would be one way of looking at it.
: [quoting the poem Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson
] Though much is taken, much abides, and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are... One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
: I know I can't do this job forever, but I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the department in worse shape than I found it. Gareth Mallory
: M, you've had a great run. You should leave with dignity. M
: Oh, to hell with dignity. I'll leave when the job's done.
: Regret is not part of our profession. Raoul Silva
: They kept me for five months in a room with no air. They tortured me, and I protected your secrets. I protected you. But they made me suffer. And suffer. And suffer. Until I realized, it was you who betrayed me. You betrayed me. So, I had only one thing left. My cyanide capsule in my back left molar. You remember, right? So, I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It... burned all my insides, but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a disease. And then I understood why I had survived. I needed to look in your eyes one last time.
[Bond and M drive off in the Aston Martin DB5
: It's not very comfortable, is it? James Bond
: [Flips up the shift knob cap to reveal the ejector seat button underneath
] Are you gonna complain all the way? M
: Oh, go on, then, eject me. See if I care.
[Bond reconsiders the thought and closes the shift knob while driving
: I suppose it's too late to make a run for it? James Bond
: Well, I'm game if you are.
: I fucked this up, didn't I? James Bond
: No. You did your job.
[Bond stares at the porcelain bulldog statue on M's desk
] James Bond
: The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives. M
: Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.
: [after a scene with heavy shooting
] Are you hurt? M
: Only my pride is hurt.
: There's a hearing at ten tomorrow. You're expected to attend. M
: Attend in stocks? Who's old-fashioned now? Gareth Mallory
: Oh, please! This is a democracy, we're responsible to the people we're supposed to defend! We can't walk in the shadows anymore, there are no more shadows! M
: Don't you get it? He knows us! He's one of us! He comes from the same place as Bond, a place you say doesn't exist: the shadows!
: Say my name. Say it. My real name. I know you remember it. M
: Your name is on a memorial wall of the very building you attacked. I will have it struck off. Soon your past will be as nonexistent as your future. I'll never see you again.
: Today I've repeatedly heard how irrelevant my department has become. "Why do we need agents, the Double-0 section? Isn't it all antiquated?" Well, I suppose I see a different world than you do, and the truth is that what I see frightens me. I'm frightened because our enemies are no longer known to us. They do not exist on a map. They're not nations, they're individuals. And look around you. Who do you fear? Can you see a face, a uniform, a flag? No! Our world is not more transparent now, it's more opaque! It's in the shadows. That's where we must do battle. So before you declare us irrelevant, ask yourselves, how safe do you feel? Just one more thing to say, my late husband was a great lover of poetry, and... I suppose some of it sunk in, despite my best intentions. And here today, I remember this, I believe, from Tennyson: "We are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, AND NOT TO YIELD."
: So this is it. We're both played out. M
: Well, if you believe that, why did you come back? James Bond
: Good question. M
: Because we're under attack. And you know we need you. James Bond
: Well, I'm here. M
: You'll have to be debriefed and declared fit for active service. You can only return to duty when you've passed the tests, so take them seriously. And a shower might be in order. James Bond
: I'll go home and change. M
: Oh, we've sold your flat, put your things into storage. Standard procedure on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin. You should have called. James Bond
: I'll find a hotel. M
: Well, you're bloody well not sleeping here.
: Is this where you grew up? James Bond
: Mm. M
: How old were you when they died? James Bond
: You know the answer to that. You know the whole story. M
: Orphans always make the best recruits.
: [via Eve's earpiece
] What was that? Eve
: VW Beetles... I think.
: I read your obituary of me. M
: And? James Bond
: Appalling. M
: Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. I did call you "an exemplar of British fortitude". James Bond
: That bit was all right.
: I suppose... It's too late to make a run for it? James Bond
: Well, I'm game if you are. M
: I did get one thing right.
: This is where you grew up. James Bond
: [Bond enters the interrogation room to take his psychological test, looking toward the one way mirror. M and Mallory stand on the other side with Tanner
] I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say... James Bond
: Wasted. Doctor Hall
] All right.
] Doctor Hall
: Gun. James Bond
: Shot. Doctor Hall
: Agent. James Bond
: Provocateur. Doctor Hall
: Woman? James Bond
: Provocatrix. Doctor Hall
: Heart. James Bond
: Target. Doctor Hall
: Bird. James Bond
: Sky. Doctor Hall
: M. James Bond
[M sighs from the other side of the interrogation room
] Doctor Hall
: Sunlight James Bond
: Swim Doctor Hall
: Moon James Bond
: Dance Doctor Hall
: Murder. James Bond
: Employment. Doctor Hall
: Country. James Bond
: England. Doctor Hall
[Bond suddenly pauses
] Doctor Hall
] Doctor Hall
[Bond walks out - looking coldly through the one-way mirror
] Gareth Mallory
: Hmm, this is going well
[he leaves, M sighs again
: Three months ago, you lost the drive containing the identity of every agent embedded in terrorist organizations across the globe.
[At Q's lab, Q and Tanner try to create a false trail for Silva to follow
: It's a fine line. If the breadcrumb's too small, then he might miss it. Too big, and Silva will smell a rat. Tanner
: Yes, but you'd think even Silva will be able to spot that. Q
: He's the only one who could.
[Tanner turns and sees Mallory standing behind them
: Sir. Q
: Oh. Gareth Mallory
: What are you doing? Q
: We're just... monitoring. Gareth Mallory
: Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow. Tanner
: Well, sir, um... Q
: Well, no... Gareth Mallory
: Excellent thinking, get him isolated. Send him on the A9. It's a direct route. You can monitor his progress more accurately and confirm it with the traffic cameras. Q
: But, uh... what if PM finds out? Gareth Mallory
: Then we're all buggered. Carry on.
] Gareth Mallory
: So, 007... Lot's to be done. Are you ready to get back to work? James Bond
: With pleasure, M. With pleasure.
: Excuse me, Prime Minister. I don't mean to interrupt, but just for the sake of variety, might we actually hear from the witness?
: So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman. M
: Any thug can kill. I need you to take your ego out of the equation.
: You've got a bloody cheek! James Bond
: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time. M
: Or yourself. You stormed into an Embassy. You violated the only absolutely inviolate rule of international relations, and why? So you could kill a nobody. We wanted to question him, not to kill him! For God's sake! You're supposed to display some kind of judgement. James Bond
: I did. I thought one less bomb maker in the world would be a good thing. M
: Exactly. One bomb maker. We're trying to figure out how an entire network of terrorist groups is financed and you give us one bomb maker. Hardly the big picture, wouldn't you say?
: Arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand in hand.
: [calling M up in the middle of the night
] He's in the Bahamas. M
: You woke me to share his holiday plans?
: You don't trust anyone, do you? James Bond
: No. M
: Then you've learned your lesson.
: 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 double-O 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.
: Christ, I miss the Cold War.
: He's logged into our Secure Website, using your name and password. M
] How the hell does he *know* these things?
: 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.
: She knew you were you.
: I knew it was too early to promote you. James Bond
: Well, I understand double 0s have a very short life expectancy... so your mistake will be short-lived.
: [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
: Sometimes we pay so much attention to our enemies, we forget to watch our friends as well.
: Find Bond!
: This is about trust. You said you weren't motivated by revenge. James Bond
: I am motivated by my duty. M
: No... I think you're so blinded by inconsolable rage that you don't care who you hurt. When you can't tell your friends from your enemies, it's time to go.
: It'd be a pretty cold bastard who didn't want revenge for the death of someone he loved.
: Who the hell is this organisation Bond? How can they be everywhere and we know nothing about them!
: Bond, I need you back. James Bond
: I never left.
: Ask him about Slate. Tanner
: She wants to know about Slate. James Bond
: Slate was a dead end. Tanner
: He says it was a dead end. M
: Damn it! He killed him.
: If you could avoid killing every possible lead, it would be deeply appreciated. James Bond
: I'll do my best. M
: I've heard that before.
: When someone says "We've got people everywhere", you expect it to be hyperbole! Lots of people say that. Florists use that expression. It doesn't mean that they've got somebody working for them inside the bloody room!
: You killed a man in Bregenz. James Bond
: I did my best not to. M
: You shot him at point blank and threw him off a roof. I would hardly call that showing restraint!
: The Americans are gonna be none too pleased. James Bond
: I promised them Le Chiffre and they got him. M
: They got his body. James Bond
: Well, if they wanted his soul, they should have made a deal with a priest.
: You burned me, and now you want my help? M
: Did you expect an apology?
: Knowing who to trust is everything in this business.
: You were supposed to throw away the key, not leave the door wide open. M
: Are you saying I had a hand in his escape? Falco
: Well, he did get away real fast. M
: Well that is what he is trained to do...
: You had your cyanide... James Bond
: Threw it away years ago...
: What did you find in Cuba? James Bond
: A clinic specializing in gene therapy - new identities courtesy of DNA transplants. M
: A self-called beauty parlour... We heard rumours of such a place - I didn't think it even existed! James Bond
: It doesn't any more...
: [Icarus is destroying the minefield in the DMZ
] The moment that thing hits the 38th parallel, we're going to launch everything we have at it! M
: That might not be enough!
: With all due respect, M, I think you don't have the balls for this job. M
: Perhaps. But the advantage is, I don't have to think with them all the time.
: [Whilst being in bed with his Scandinavian language tutor
] I always enjoyed learning a new tongue. Moneypenny
: You always were a cunning linguist, James. Moneypenny
: [M walks up from behind Moneypenny
] Don't ask. M
: Don't tell.
[Bond's transmission has shown a known terrorist holding a missing American GPS encoding device
: I wonder with what'll the CIA be more upset - that they lost it, or that we found it?
[the Royal Navy has launched a cruise missile at a terrorist site Bond is surveying - Robinson gets on communications line with Bond
] Charles Robinson
: White knight, 4 minutes to impact. Get out of there.
] Charles Robinson
: Yes, dammit, I know what it is, it's on the screen in front of me. It's a jeep in front of a plane! Now get the hell OUT of there! Admiral Roebuck
: What the hell is going on? Charles Robinson
: [to Bond
] You will NOT wait! That is an order! Admiral Roebuck
: What is your man waiting for? Charles Robinson
: White Knight?
[Robinson reacts with horror to something on the screen
] Charles Robinson
: Oh my God, those are Soviet SB-5 nuclear torpedoes! If the cruise hits them... M
: Order them to abort the missile! Admiral Roebuck
: [picks up phone
] HMS Chester, urgent, Abort missile! Abort missile!
: I believe you once had a relationship with Carver's wife, Paris. James Bond
: That was a long time ago, M... before she was married. I didn't realize it was public knowledge. Moneypenny
: Queen and country, James. M
: Your job is to find out whether Carver or someone in his organization sent that ship off course, and why. Use your relationship with Mrs. Carver, if necessary. James Bond
: I doubt if she'll remember me. M
: Remind her. Then pump her for information. Moneypenny
: You'll just have to decide how much pumping is needed, James. James Bond
: If only that were true of you and I, Moneypenny.
[after M arrived at the pipleine control centre, Bond and M go into a nearby room
: I Want an update. Where do we stand? James Bond
: [giving M the locator card
] One of Renard's men removed a locator card from the bomb, so we can't track it. But... M
: [cutting Bond off
] But what? James Bond
: With all due respect, I don't think you should be here. M
: May I remind you that YOU'RE the reason I'm here, Double-Oh-Seven. You disobeyed a direct order and left that girl alone. James Bond
: Perhaps that girl isn't as innocent as you think. M
: What are you saying? James Bond
: Supposed the inside man, the one who switched King's lapel pin, turned out to be an inside woman.
[M pauses for a moment
: She kills her father and attacks her own pipeline? Why? To what end? James Bond
: I don't know. Yet.
: Construction isn't exactly my speciality. M
: Quite the opposite, in fact.
: This will not stand. We will not be terrorized by cowards who will murder an innocent man and use us as the tool.
: ...A shadow operation? M
: ...Remember 007, shadows always remain in front or behind... never on top.
[Elektra escorts Renard to a cell in Maiden's Tower where M is being held captive
] Elektra King
: [to Renard as she announces that she has captured M for him
] Your present, courtesy of the late Mr. Bond. Renard
: My executioner. M
: Overpraise, I'm afraid. But my people will finish the job. Elektra King
: Your people? Your people will leave you here to rot. Just like you left me- you and my father. M
: [Getting up from a bench in the cell and walking towards the cell bars
] Your father wasn't... Elektra King
: [Interrupting M
] MY FATHER WAS NOTHING! His kingdom he stole from my mother, the kingdom I will rightly take back.
[Elektra walks towards the cell door and leaves. Renard closes the door behind her and walks towards M
: I hope you're proud of what you did to her. Renard
: I'm afraid it is you who deserve credit. When I took her, she was promise itself. And then you left her at the mercy of a man like me. You ruined her. For what? To get to me? She's worth fifty of me. M
: For once, I agree with you. Renard
: Yes. And now we also share a common fate. You will die along with everyone in the city.
[Renard turns his back and walks towards a table with junk surrounding it
: Along with the bright, starry, oil driven future of the West.
[Renard reaches for an alarm clock and holds it in his hands
: Since you sent your men to kill me, I've been watching time tick slowly away, marching towards my own death. Now you can have the same pleasure.
[Renard picks up a stool and totes them towards M's cell. He lays the alarm clock on top of the stool points at it
: Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time is up. And I guarantee you, I will not miss.
: What do you know about gold, Moneypenny? Miss Moneypenny
: Oh, the only gold I know about is the kind you wear... you know, on the third finger of your left hand? James Bond
: Well, one of these days we really must look into that. Miss Moneypenny
: How about tonight? You'll come over for dinner...
[playfully tosses Bond's hat onto the hat rack
] Miss Moneypenny
: and I'll cook you a wonderful angel cake. James Bond
: Well, nothing would give me greater pleasure, but I'm afraid I have a... business appointment. Miss Moneypenny
] That's the flimsiest excuse you've ever given me. Oh, well, some girls have all the luck. Who is she, James? M
: [over intercom
] "She" is me, Miss Moneypenny. And kindly omit the customary byplay with 007. He's dining with me and I don't want him to be late. Miss Moneypenny
: [to Bond
] Then there's hope for me yet. James Bond
: [gives Moneypenny a playful peck on the cheek
] Moneypenny, won't you ever believe me?
: Have a little more of this rather disappointing brandy. M
: What's the matter with it? James Bond
: I'd say it was a 30-year-old fine, indifferently blended, sir... with an overdose of bon-bois. M
: Colonel Smithers is giving the lecture, 007.
: Gold? All over? James Bond
: She died of skin suffocation. It's been known to happen to cabaret dancers. It's all right as long as you leave a small bare patch at the base of the spine to allow the skin to breathe. M
: Someone obviously didn't. James Bond
: And I know who. M
: This isn't a personal vendetta, 007. It's an assignment, like any other. And if you can't treat it as such, coldly and objectively, 008 can replace you. M
: You've hardly distinguished yourself, have you? You were supposed to observe Mr. Goldfinger, not borrow his girlfriend. Instead of that, Goldfinger goes off to Europe, and it's only by the grace of God, your friend Leiter, and my intervention with the British Embassy in Washington, that you're not in the custody of the Miami Beach Police! James Bond
] Sir... I am aware of my shortcomings... and I am prepared to continue this assignment in the spirit you suggest... if I knew what it was about!
[catches himself, then more calmly
] James Bond
: ... sir. M
: What do you know about gold? Not paint, bullion. James Bond
: I know it when I see it. M
: Meet me tonight at seven. Black tie.
: [Referring to the gold bar on the dining room table
] Mr. Bond can make whatever use of it he deems necessary... provided he returns it, of course. It's worth five thousand pounds.
[Bond reaches for the bar, but M stops him short
: You'll draw it from Q Branch... with the rest of your equipment... in the morning. James Bond
: Of course, sir.
: Gentlemen, Mr. Goldfiinger has gold bullion on deposit in Zurich, Amsterdam, Caracas, Hong Kong... worth 20 million pounds. Most of it came from this country. James Bond
: Why move it? Colonel Smithers
: Because the price of gold varies from country to country. If you buy it here at 30 dollars an ounce, you can sell it in, say, Pakistan for 110 dollars and triple your money... provided, of course, you have the facilities for melting it down. James Bond
: And has he? Colonel Smithers
: Apart from being a legitimate international bullion dealer, Mr. Goldfinger poses... no, that's not quite fair... *is*, among his many other pursuits, a legitimate international jeweler. He's legally entitled to operate modest metallurgical installations. His British one is down in Kent. We have yet to discover how he transfers his gold out of the coutry... Lord knows we've tried.
] Colonel Smithers
: If your department can establish that it is being done illegally, the bank can institute proceedings to recover the bulk of his holdings. James Bond
: I think it's time Mr. Goldfinger and I met... socially, of course. Colonel Smithers
: I was hoping you'd say that. M
: It might lead to a business talk... Mr. Goldfinger's kind of business.
[Bond is released from jail in Paris for violating the Napoleonic Code
: [to Bond
] May I remind you that this operation was to be conducted discreetly. All it took was six million Francs in damages and penalties for violating most of the Napoleonic Code. James Bond
: Well, under the circumstances, sir, I thought it MORE IMPORTANT to identify the assassin. M
: What did you learn from Aubergine before his untimely demise? James Bond
: [to M
] Well, only that Zorin is having a thoroughbred sale at his stud not far from here. I think I should be there.
] James Bond
: Can you help me with that, Sir Godfrey? Sir Godfrey Tibbett
: It may be possible to arrange an invitation. It's a bit short notice, but I might just be able to squeeze you in, Bond. James Bond
: [to Tibbett
] Thank you, sir.
[Bond is in the shower with Stacey and Q is using Snooper to spy on them
: 007 alive. M
: Where is he? What's he doing? Q
: Just cleaning up a few details. Stacey Sutton
: Oh, James!
General Anatol Gogol
: [Bond has just received the Order of Lenin from General Gogol
] The order of Lenin, for Comrade Bond. The first ever non-Soviet citizen to receive this award. M
: I'd thought the KGB would have celebrated if Silicon Valley had been destroyed. General Anatol Gogol
: On the contrary, Admiral, where would Russian research be without it?
: You have exactly 35 minutes to get properly dressed, 007.
[Bond checks the tie on his suit
: I mean sir, who would pay a million dollars to have me killed? M
: Jealous husbands! Outraged chefs! Humiliated tailors! The list is endless!
[M stares in shock as Bond relays news of his foul-up
] James Bond
: And that's really all there is to it... M
: So if I understand it, Scaramanga got away - in a car that sprouted wings! Q
: Oh, that's perfectly feasible, sir. In fact, we're working on one now. M
: Oh, shut up, Q! James Bond
: We found the carplane abandonned about two hundred miles west of Bangkok. M
: And the Solex? Lieutenant Hip
: In Goodnight's handbag, sir. M
: [shakes head
] And where is Miss Goodnight now? James Bond
: Well, Communications aren't picking up the signal from the homing device she has supplied by Q. Q
] Rubbish! They're simply not stepping up reception sufficiently to enable... M
: [cuts him off
] Oh, Q, shut up! Of all the fouled-up, half-witted operations...
: He couldn't have missed me tonight. Instead, he hit some chap coming out of the club. I got quite a shock when I saw who it was. M
: I should think you did. James Bond
: Our missing solar-energy expert, Gibson. M
: Yes, Gibson! He was prepared to come back, under special terms. That's why I'm out here with Professor Frazier. I almost wish that Scaramanga had a contract out on you.
: [over the phone
] Bond? Bond, are you there? Goodnight?
[Bond picks up phone
] James Bond
: She's just coming, sir.
[Bond sets phone back down
: Goodnight? Goodnight? Goodnight!
[Bond pick up phone again
] James Bond
: Good night, sir.
[Bond hangs up phone
: We do function in your absence, Commander.
Sir Donald Munger
: Tell me, Commander, how far does your expertise extend into the field of diamonds? James Bond
: Well, hardest substance found in nature, they cut glass, suggests marriage, I suppose it replaced the dog as the girl's best friend. That's about it. M
: Refreshing to hear that there is one subject you're not an expert on!
: Pity about your liver, sir. Unusually fine Solera. '51, I believe. M
: There is no year for sherry, 007. James Bond
: I was referring to the original vintage on which the sherry is based, sir. 1851, unmistakable. Sir Donald Munger
: Surely, sir, there's no need to involve our section on a relatively simple smuggling matter. M
: Sir Donald has convinced the PM otherwise. May I remind you 007, that Blofeld is dead. Finished! The least we can expect from you now is a little *plain*, *solid*, *work*.
: Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it...
[M walks in
: You were saying? Bill Tanner
: No, no, I was just... just um... M
: Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
: If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong.
: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts. James Bond
: The thought had occurred to me. M
: Good, because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you. James Bond
: Point taken.
: Are these pictures live? M
: Unlike the American government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.
: I've been saying for years, sir, that our special equipment is obsolete. And now, computer analysis reveals an entirely new approach: miniaturization. For instance, radioactive lint. When placed in an opponent's pockets, the anti-personnel and location fix seems fairly obvious. M
: What we want is a location fix on 007.
[M refuses to authorize an attack on Blofeld
] James Bond
: And the girl who helped me escape? We just leave her there? M
: This department is not concerned with your personal problems. James Bond
: This department owes her a *debt*. She saved my life. M
: Operation Bedlam is DEAD! Do you understand, 007? James Bond
: Yes, Sir. I understand.
: Unusually small for a Nymphalis polychloros. M
: I wasn't aware that your expertise included lepidoptery.
: I've assigned you to Station "C" Canada. James Bond
: Sir, I'd respectfully request that you change my assignment to Nassau. M
: Is there any other reason, besides your enthusiasm for water sports?
[Bond shows M a picture of Dominique Derval, the Vulcan pilot's sister
: Do we know where she is now? James Bond
: Nassau. M
: Do you think she's worth going after? James Bond
: Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that, sir...
: [Loud and firm as Bond, who is late, is the last agent to take a seat in the conference room
] Now that we're ALL here...
: [to M, referring to Bond's Baretta
] Nice and light... in a lady's handbag. M
: Any comment, 007? James Bond
: I disagree, sir. I've carried the Baretta for ten years, and I've never missed with it. M
: No, but it jameed on you last job, and you spent six months in hospital in consequence. When you carry a 00 number, you have a license to kill, not get killed. Furthermore, since I've been head of MI7
[sic - MI6
: there's been a forty percent drop in casualties, and I want to keep it that way. From now on you carry the Walther... unless you'd rather return to standard intelligence duties. James Bond
: No sir,I would not. M
: [to Boothroyd
] Show him, Armourer. Major Boothroyd
: [to Bond
] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimeter, with a delivery like a brick through a plate-glass window. The American CIA swear by them.
: Good evening, sir. M
: It happens to be 3 a.m. When do you sleep, 007? James Bond
: Never on the firm's time, sir.
] Submarine Captain
: Dinghy's on board, sir. M
: [referring to Bond in the dinghy
] Tell him to come below and report. MoneyPenny
: It'll be a pleasure, sir.
: [buzzing intercom
] Miss Moneypenny, give 007 the password we've agreed with Japanese S.I.S. MoneyPenny
: Yes sir.
: We tried to think of something that you wouldn't forget. James Bond
: Yes? MoneyPenny
: "I, love, you". Repeat it please, to make sure you get it James Bond
: Don't worry, I get it.
: Moneypenny, where's 007? Moneypenny
: He's on a mission sir. In Austria. M
: Well, tell him to pull out. Immediately.
[scene cuts to Bond making love to a woman
[Bond and Anya are discovered making love
: 007! General Anatol Gogol
: Triple X! Sir Frederick Gray, Minister of Defence
: Bond! What do you think you're doing? James Bond
: Keeping the British end up, sir.
: I send you to a health farm to get yourself in shape! Instead you DEMOLISH it! Now I've had to notify the local police, get a minister to muzzle the press, and allocate a sizable chunk of my meager budget to renovating the establishment! James Bond
: A man DID try to kill me, sir. M
: Oh! Caught you seducing his wife, did he? James Bond
: No, sir, not at all. But, in fact, I did lose 4 lbs and God knows how many free radicals. M
: [slams the table
] That is the KIND of attitude that tempts me to suspend you, 007!
: Too many free radicals. That's your problem. James Bond
: "Free radicals," sir? M
: Yes. They're toxins that destroy the body and the brain, caused by eating too much red meat and white bread and too many dry martinis! James Bond
: Then I shall cut out the white bread, sir. M
: Oh, you'll do more than THAT, 007. From now on you will suffer a strict regimen of diet and exercise; we shall PURGE those toxins from you! James Bond
: Shrublands? M
: You got it!
[M confronts Bond in Key West
: You were supposed to be in Istanbul LAST NIGHT! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has
: 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
] We're not a country club, 007!
: 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.
[describing Nikolai Diavolo
: His teacher was Max Zorin. Bond, James
: Yes, we played Bridge together. He lost.
: Gentlemen, this may only be an exercise so far as the Ministry of Defence is concerned. But for me, it is a matter of pride that the 00 section has been chosen for this test. Your objective is to penetrate the radar installations of Gibralter. Now, the SAS has been placed on full alert to intercept you, but I know you won't let me down. Good luck, men.
: [Listening to M
: Your tactics are inexcusable, an inappropriate use of firepower, an extreme body count, and unwarranted brutality. There's no place at MI6 for an agent like you. You're dismissed.
: [in atypical self-effacement
] Suppose when she meets me in the flesh I-I don't come up to expectations? M
: Just see that you do.
: I'm sure the over-burdened British taxpayer would be fascinated to know how its Special Ordinances section disperses its funds. In future, Commander, let me suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker just down the street.
[Bond activates the watch magnet, drawing to it M's spoon
: Good God! James Bond
: You see, sir. By pulling out this button, it turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field. Powerful enough to even deflect the path of a bullet - at long range, or so Q claims... M
: I feel very tempted to test that theory right now!
: Remember, 007, you're on your own. James Bond
: Well, thank you, sir. That's a great comfort.
: [explaining operation of dart wrist-gun
] It's activated by nerve impulses from the wrist muscles. James Bond
: Like this?
[dart pierces a painting on M's wall
: Oh, thank you, 007! Q
: Be careful, will you? Now, there's ten darts: five blue-tipped, with armour-piercing heads; five red-tipped, cyanide coated, causing death in thirty seconds. James Bond
: Very novel, Q. Must get them in the stores for Christmas. Good day, gentlemen!
: Trevelyan knows full well the penalty for treason in the United Kingdom is life-imprisonment. Be careful, 007... I've already lost one agent, I don't want to lose another. MI6 out.
[after Carla the Jackal falls into a giant fan vent
: 007, did you confront the Jackal? What happened? James Bond
: She's fallen for me.