Sir Frederick Gray, Minister of Defence: My God, what's Bond doing?
Q: I think he's attempting re-entry, sir.
Hugo Drax: Mr. Bond, you persist in defying my efforts to provide an amusing death for you.
Hugo Drax: James Bond. You appear with the tedious inevitability of an unloved season.
[Bond and Drax are shooting pheasants]
Hugo Drax: You missed, Mr. Bond.
[a sniper falls from a tree]
James Bond: Did I?
[his only line in the Bond series]
Jaws: Well, here's to us.
Miss Moneypenny: James! But, why are you so late?
James Bond: I fell out of an airplane without a parachute. Who's in there?
Miss Moneypenny: Q and the Minister of Defense.
James Bond: You don't believe me do you?
Miss Moneypenny: No. And you should go right in.
Hugo Drax: Look after Mr. Bond. See that some harm comes to him.
Hugo Drax: Frederick Gray! What a surprise. And in distinguished company, all wearing gas masks. You must excuse me, gentlemen, not being English, I sometimes find your sense of humor rather difficult to follow!
[Drax addresses his staff aboard the space station]
Hugo Drax: First there was the dream, now there is reality. Here in the untainted cradle of the heavens will be created a new super race, a race of perfect physical specimens. You have been selected as its progenitors. Like gods, your offspring will return to Earth and shape it in their image. You have all served in public capacties in my terrestrial empire. Your seed, like yourselves, will pay deference to the ultimate dynasty which I alone have created. From their first day on Earth they will be able to look up and know that there is law and order in the heavens.
[Bond runs his hands up the Hostess' leg]
Hostess Private Jet: Any higher, Mr Bond, my ears will pop.
[after shoving Drax into an air lock and ejecting him into outer space]
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Where's Drax?
James Bond: Oh, he had to fly.
Hugo Drax: Jaws, Mr. Bond must be cold after his swim. Place him where he can be assured of warmth.
Corinne: [while riding in a helicopter] This is the Drax estate now. Everything you see belongs to Mr. Drax.
James Bond: He owns a lot, doesn't he?
Corinne: What he doesn't own, he doesn't want.
[Bond dangles from a cable car a thousand feet up]
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Hang on, James!
James Bond: The thought had occurred to me.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Come on, Mr. Bond. A 70-year-old can take 3 G's.
James Bond: Well, the trouble is there's never a 70-year-old around when you need one.
Hugo Drax: Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?
James Bond: I discovered it had a crush on me.
[his plans in ruin and holding Bond at gunpoint]
Hugo Drax: At least I shall have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery. Poor, desolate Mr. Bond.
James Bond: [shoots Drax with hidden wrist-gun] Heartbroken Mr. Drax!
James Bond: Oh, I suppose you're right, Holly. We would be better off working together. Détente?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Agreed.
James Bond: Understanding?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Possibly.
James Bond: Co-operation?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Maybe.
James Bond: Trust?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Out of the question.
James Bond: [as Chang's body crashes through a piano] Play it again, Sam.
Q: [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]
M: 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!
Hugo Drax: Allow me to introduce you to the airlock chamber. Observe, Mr Bond, your route from this world to the next.
[opens airlock door]
Hugo Drax: And you, Dr Goodhead, your desire to become America's first woman in space will shortly be fulfilled.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Have you broken something?
James Bond: Only my tailor's heart.
[she kisses him]
James Bond: What was that for?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: For saving my life.
James Bond: Remind me to do it more often!
[Holly and James are discussing how to destroy the death globes en route to Earth]
James Bond: Moonraker 5, that's the answer. Drax's shuttle is armed with a laser. We can track those globes and destroy them.
James Bond: Standard CIA equipment. And the CIA place you with Drax, correct?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Very astute of you, James.
James Bond: Not really. I have friends in low places.
James Bond: Haven't we met somewhere before?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: The face is familiar.
[he touches her hand]
Dr. Holly Goodhead: As is the manner.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: This evening I'm giving my address.
James Bond: Then can you think of a reason why we can't go for a drink afterwards?
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Not immediately. But I'm sure I shall.
Captain: How are we doing, Richard?
RAF Officer: We should pass over the English coast 15 minutes ahead of time, sir.
Captain: Wow! With this load on our back, that's good going.
RAF Officer: Just trust the RAF, sir.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: James?
James Bond: I think it may be time to go home.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: Take me 'round the world one more time.
James Bond: Why not?
James Bond: [after blowing a hole in the vent with his watch] Bang on time!
James Bond: Your dream, whatever sort of nightmare it is, hasn't a chance, Drax.
Hugo Drax: You think not?
Hugo Drax: We shall see.
Miss Moneypenny: Why James, you look like you've just fallen off a mountain.
James Bond: Funny you should say that, Moneypenny, actually I was in a cable car. It doesn't matter.
Dr. Holly Goodhead: I still don't know if I trust you.
James Bond: I don't know if I trust you either. That's what makes it more exciting, doesn't it?
James Bond: [flying over Moonraker's expansive production facilities] Well, I'd heard that Hugo Drax is obsessed with the conquest of space. Now I can believe it.
James Bond: [looks up and is shocked to see an enormous chalet] Good Lord!
Corinne: The Drax residence. Every stone brought from France. Cute, isn't it?
James Bond: Magnificent. Why didn't he buy the Eiffel Tower as well?
Corinne: He did, but the French government refused him an export permit.
James Bond: Bollinger? If it's '69 you were expecting me.
Hugo Drax: You have arrived at a propitious moment, considered to be your country's one indisputable contribution to Western Civilization: Afternoon tea. May I press you to a cucumber sandwich?
James Bond: Thank you, no, nothing at all.
[At Vandenburg Air Force Base Colonel Scott is on the hotline with Soviet General Gogol after Drax's space station has suddenly appeared on radars]
Col. Scott: Will you please listen, General Gogol! We didn't put it up there.
General Anatol Gogol: [amid a snowstorm outside his mansion] Neither did we, Colonel Scott! So, what do you propose?
Col. Scott: We're taking action. We're sending up a spacecraft to investigate.
General Anatol Gogol: Very well. But if we do not hear from you within twelve hours we will take action outselves and hold you responsible for the consequences.
Col. Scott: We'll be in touch. Sorry to have awoken you.
General Anatol Gogol: I was already awake. How can I sleep? Nothing but problems. Problems, problems.
[Gogol hangs up and returns to bed with his lovely secretary]