Licence to Kill (1989)
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.
[Sanchez is about to kill James]
Franz Sanchez: You could have had everything.
James Bond: Don't you want to know why?
[Shows Sanchez Felix's lighter, then sets Sanchez on fire]
[M confronts Bond in Key West]
M: You were supposed to be in Istanbul LAST NIGHT! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has
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!
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.
[Asked why he has a gun]
James Bond: In my business you prepare for the unexpected.
Franz Sanchez: And what business is that?
James Bond: I help people with problems.
Franz Sanchez: Problem solver.
James Bond: More of a problem eliminator.
[Sanchez and his men have caught Lupe in bed with another man]
Franz Sanchez: [to Lupe] What did he promise you? His heart?
Franz Sanchez: Give her his heart!
[Dario pulls a knife]
Lupe Lamora: [as the man is being removed] No. No Franz. I didn't mean any harm.
Franz Sanchez: It's okay, baby. No te preocupes. We all make mistakes.
[produces a whip]
Franz Sanchez: Your escapades are getting more creative.
Lupe Lamora: Por favor, Franz.
Franz Sanchez: Not a word.
[Sanchez whips her while Dario cuts out her lover's heart]
[Bond heads for Pam's bedroom]
James Bond: Good night, Q.
Pam Bouvier: Sweet dreams, Mr. Bond.
[closes the door on him]
James Bond: [sighing] I hope you don't snore, Q.
Franz Sanchez: Señor Bond, you got big cojones. You come here, to my place, without references, carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money... but you should know something: nobody saw you come in, so nobody has to see you go out.
[Sanchez has just blown up Milton Krest in a decompression chamber full of money, splattering blood all over it]
Perez: What about the money, patron?
Franz Sanchez: Launder it.
[Sanchez and Krest have just discovered a lot of money in Krest's pressure chamber]
Milton Krest: That's not my money, I swear!
Franz Sanchez: That's right, amigo. It's mine!
Franz Sanchez: [grabs Krest] You think I'm stupid! HUH! You rip me off then use my own money to PAY someone to KILL ME? You want it so bad? Then TAKE IT!
[kicks Krest into the pressure chamber]
Heller: I can get the trucks out! But I don't think I can control the fire!
Franz Sanchez: Forget the fire! Get some cars, we're gonna take the tankers with us!
Truman-Lodge: Wait a minute! This setup cost us $32 million! We've got to try and save it!
Franz Sanchez: I don't give a SHIT about the setup! We've got $500 million in the case, and 20 tonnes of Colombian pure IN THE TANKERS! Now GO HELP HELLER!
Truman-Lodge: But we've got a deal with the Orientals. We've got their money.
Franz Sanchez: I said GO HELP HELLER!
President Hector Lopez: There has been a mistake with my cheque. Look at it! It's *half* the usual amount.
Franz Sanchez: You were very quiet when I was arrested. Remember, you're only president... for life.
[El Presidente takes the cheque and leaves]
[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]
[a fork lift truck bursts through a wall with a Heller impaled on the forks]
Pam Bouvier: Oh, God, it's Heller.
James Bond: Yeah. Looks like he came to a dead end.
[explosions are heard]
James Bond: Come on!
Franz Sanchez: In this business, there's a lot of cash. And a lot of people with their hands out.
Kwang: In a word... bribery.
Franz Sanchez: Exactly. He took the words right out of my pocket.
[Pam is dressed in a white robe, making her look like an angel]
Dario: [slowly looks at her] Ha! Ha! Ha! You're dead!
Pam Bouvier: [raises a gun] You took the words right out of my mouth!
Truman-Lodge: [after two of the tanker trucks are destroyed] BRILLIANT! Well done, Franz! Another eighty-million dollar *write-off*!
Sanchez: Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead.
[Felix is being lowered into a pool full of sharks]
Franz Sanchez: I just want you to know that this is nothing personal. It's purely business.
Felix Leiter: Killing me won't stop anything, Sanchez!
Franz Sanchez: There are worse things than dying, hombre.
[Lowers him into the shark pit]
Felix Leiter: See you in hell!
Franz Sanchez: No, no. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!
[Sanchez is about to put Bond onto a conveyor leading to a cocaine grinder]
Franz Sanchez: When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.
[Bond sees that Sharkey has been killed]
James Bond: 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!
Ed Killifer: Freeze! Over by the trap door, old buddy.
James Bond: Is this where you put your old buddy Felix?
Ed Killifer: Not me. Chalk that one up to Sanchez and Krest.
[Bond points a harpoon at the man who killed Sharkey]
James Bond: Compliments of Sharkey!
Franz Sanchez: [after telling Krest to keep his mistress on his boat] Hey. No fooling around with my girl.
Milton Krest: Are you kidding? After what you did to that guy in the Islands?
Franz Sanchez: You liked my little Valentine, huh?
James Bond: [Pam kisses Bond] Why don't you wait until you're asked?
Pam Bouvier: Why don't you ask me?
[kisses Bond again]
[Bond kisses Pam after jumping into a swimming pool after her]
Pam Bouvier: Why don't you wait until you're asked?
James Bond: So why don't you ask me?
Della Leiter: [kissing Bond] That's a custom, you see. The bride always gets to kiss her best man.
James Bond: I thought it was the other way around.
Della Leiter: Aww...
[kisses him again]
Della Leiter: Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut this cake.
James Bond: I'll do anything for a woman with a knife.
Professor Joe Butcher: Bless your heart!
[their boat just died]
Pam Bouvier: Out of Gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time.
James Bond: Well, they must have hit the fuel line.
James Bond: [aiming the signiture gun at Sanchez's office window] Watch the birdy, you bastard.
[Leiter sees the traitor cop]
Felix Leiter: Killifer?
Ed Killifer: Sorry, ol' buddy, but two mil's a helluva chunk o' dough.
[after a gunfight with henchmen]
Felix Leiter: [to Bond] Hey, observer! You trying to get yourself killed?
James Bond: If I don't get you back in time for the wedding, I'm a dead man for sure!
Hawkins: Local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night. Turned up 500 keys of Colombian pure, couple of stiffs, and a little bit of piece of what used to be Killifer.
James Bond: Good. At least someone's on the case.
Hawkins: You may be a pal of Leiter's, but I can only cover up so much. The DEA is screaming to know what happened. You know, we... we've got laws in this country, too.
James Bond: Do you have a law against what they did to Leiter?
[a couple of men arrive to escort Bond]
Hawkins: Look... you're in over your head. This is where it ends, Commander.
[Heller takes an arsenal case, only to be caught by a suspicious Sanchez]
Heller: Hey. I was making sure these were secure.
Sanchez: It's a good idea. Take them up to my car.
Heller: Of course.
[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.
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!
Felix Leiter: There's only one law down there. Sanchez's Law! Plomo o Plata.
James Bond: [nodding] Lead or Silver.
[after Bond has introduced Pam as his executive secretary Miss Kennedy]
Pam Bouvier: It's *Ms. Kennedy*. And why can't you be *my* executive secretary?
James Bond: We're south of the border. It's a man's world.
[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!
Kwang: Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years!
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.
Fallon: I'm shipping you straight back to London.
[Bond struggles until Sanchez' army attacks]
James Bond: Miss Kennedy would you get me a medium-dry Vodka Martini...
Pam Bouvier: Why don't you ask...
James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.
Pam Bouvier: [Mocking Lupe Lamora] I love James so much.
Pam Bouvier: I'll be damned if I help him.
Q: Look... Don't judge him too harshly, my dear. Field operatives much often use every means that their disposal to achieve their objectives.
Pam Bouvier: Bullshit!
AWACS radar operator: We have a mid-course deviation. Target heading 036, 126 miles, bearing 062, Havana VOR.
Voice of DEA agent: He's landing at Cray Key. Advise Key West Drug Enforcement.
AWACS radar operator: Roger, sir. AWACS to Key West. Key West Drug Enforcement, please come in.
Voice of DEA agent: If they hurry, they just might be able to grab the bastard.
[James Bond reluctantly takes Della's garter]
Della Leiter: Did I say something wrong?
Felix Leiter: He was married once. But it was a long time ago.
[a couple of divers arrive with Sharky's corpse]
Milton Krest: Nice work, Clive.
Clive: Thanks, Mr. Krest. Guest what? His name was Sharkey.
Heller: [Bond has just told Sanchez that those who tried to kill him probably came from within his own organization, and that Bond knows this because he used to work for the British government] You're not going to believe who this guy is.
Franz Sanchez: Former British agent.
Heller: [Surprised] How did you know that?
Franz Sanchez: [Smiles] Because I know things.
Franz Sanchez: I want to meet Krest's boat tonight. We'll need a dozen reliable men.
Heller: Is there a problem with Krest?
Franz Sanchez: We'll see. And bring Lupe, she was there. He's not going to lie in front of her.
Pam Bouvier: [Pam picks up X Ray Camera and turns it on] Pam Bouvier: Smile Boys
Q: [X Ray Camera turns on and laser is pointed at painting and 007 and Q jump out of the way] Q: DON'T USE THE FLASH!
Q: [X Ray Camera takes the photo but it shows their bones and that of the painting]
[Q takes the X Ray Camera away from Pam]
Q: Q: Stop fiddling around with things you don't understand you might have killed him.
Pam Bouvier: [Pam looks at photo] Pam Bouvier: That's Odd
[Q takes photo away from her]