[after making love to the evil Fiona Volpe]
James Bond: My dear girl, don't flatter yourself. What I did this evening was for Queen and country. You don't think it gave me any pleasure, do you?
Fiona: But of course, I forgot your ego, Mr. Bond. James Bond, the one where he has to make love to a woman, and she starts to hear heavenly choirs singing. She repents, and turns to the side of right and virtue...
[she steps on Bond's foot]
Fiona: ... but not this one!
Miss Moneypenny: In the conference room - something pretty big; every double-o man in Europe has been rushed in. And the Home Secretary, too!
James Bond: His wife probably lost her dog.
James Bond: My dear, uncooperative Domino.
Domino: How do you know that? How do you know my friends call me Domino?
James Bond: It's on the bracelet on your ankle.
Domino: So... what sharp little eyes you've got.
James Bond: Wait 'til you get to my teeth.
[after shooting Vargas with a spear gun]
James Bond: I think he got the point.
[Placing Fiona's body in a chair after she is shot on the dance floor]
James Bond: Do you mind if my friend sits this one out? She's just dead.
Bond: [draping arm around nurse] Do I seem healthy to you?
Pat Fearing: Too healthy, by far.
Fiona: Some men just don't like to be driven.
Bond: No, some men don't like to be taken for a ride.
Pat Fearing: What exactly do you do?
James Bond: Oh, I travel... a sort of licensed troubleshooter.
[to the shark that almost bit him]
James Bond: You can tell of the one that got away.
Emilio Largo: [threatening Domino with a cigarette and ice cubes] This for heat, these for cold, applied scientifically and slowly.
Emilio Largo: Of course. Vargas does not drink... does not smoke... does not make love. What do you do, Vargas?
Bond: It looks very difficult.
[Shooting from the hip, Bond shatters his clay pigeon]
Bond: Why no, it isn't, is it!
Miss Moneypenny: James, how else will you recognize her?
James Bond: Can't miss. She has two moles on her left thigh.
Pat Fearing: Funny-looking bruise. A fall?
James Bond: A poker, in the hands of a widow.
Pat Fearing: Really? I'd have thought you were just the type for a widow.
James Bond: Not this one. He didn't like me at all.
[after strapping Bond to the motorized traction table]
Pat Fearing: There, first time I've felt safe all day.
[after a narrow escape from a motorized traction table set on overload]
James Bond: I must be six inches taller.
M: 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]
M: 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...
[after making love to Pat, Bond sees something suspicious on the grounds, and gets up to investigate]
Pat Fearing: James, where are you going?
James Bond: Oh, nowhere. I just thought I'd take a little, uh... exercise.
Pat Fearing: You must be joking.
James Bond: That gun, it looks more fitting for a woman.
Emilio Largo: You know much about guns, Mr. Bond?
James Bond: No, but I know a little about women.
[Bond and Largo spot Domino eavesdropping]
Q: It is to be handled with special care!
James Bond: Everything you give me...
Q: ...is treated with equal contempt. Yes, I know.
Felix Leiter: Well, hello Double-Oh...
[James slugs Felix to shut him up, then slugs the bad guy hiding in the shower]
Felix Leiter: Fine way to treat the CIA!
James Bond: I'm sorry about that, Felix, but you were about to say double-O seven. Here.
[James gives Felix the bad guy's gun]
Felix Leiter: Well, James, did you kill him?
James Bond: You know me better than that.
Felix Leiter: What's our next move?
James Bond: The Disco Volante. If the bombs aren't aboard, they soon will be.
Felix Leiter: Who you going to ask, Largo?
James Bond: No, we won't have to.
Emilio Largo: You wish to put the evil eye on me, eh? We have a way to deal with that where I come from.
James Bond: You may hex me. Let's see what it does for the cards.
[Bond is standing in the doorway between their apartments as Fiona takes a bath]
Fiona: Aren't you in the wrong room, Mr. Bond?
Bond: Not from where I'm standing.
Madame LaPorte: The coffin - it has your initials: J.B.
Bond: At the moment, rather him than me.
Madame LaPorte: At least you've been saved the effort of removing him. Colonel Bouvar passed away in his sleep, so they tell me.
Madame LaPorte: You sound disappointed you did not kill him yourself.
Bond: I am. Jacques Bouvar murdered two of my colleagues.
Bond: You should be locked up in a cage.
[starts kissing her]
Fiona: Mmm... this bed *feels* like a cage, all these bars. Do you think I will be -
[voice cracks in a blissful moan]
Bond: [massaging Pat] Mink. It uh, reduces the tensions.
Pat Fearing: [throaty voice] Not mine.
Domino: I'm glad I killed him.
James Bond: You're glad?
Bond: Keep in touch.
Pat Fearing: Anytime, anyplace, James.
Bond: Another time, another place.
[after leaving an Irrigation Therapy Room]
Bond: See you later, irrigator.
Count Lippe: [after Bond slides a broom handle through the handles of doors on a sitting steam bath that Lippe is in] What the hell do you think you're doing?
Bond: Now don't you worry, I'll tell the chef!
Count Lippe: Let me out of this bloody machine!
Emilio Largo: Like your friend you've been a little too clever, and now you are caught!
Ernst Stavro Blofeld: SPECTRE is a dedicated fraternity whose strength lies in the absolute integrity of its members.
James Bond: [donning the underwater jet pack] ... and the kitchen sink.
Felix Leiter: On you, anything looks good.