The World Is Not Enough (1999)
James Bond: I thought Christmas only came once a year.
Dr. Christmas Jones: The world's greatest terrorist running around with six kilos of weapons-grade plutonium can't be good. I gotta get it back, or someone's gonna have my ass.
James Bond: First things first.
James Bond: I've always wanted to have Christmas in Turkey.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Was that a Christmas joke?
James Bond: From me? No. Never.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Is it about time to unwrap your present?
Q: I've always tried to teach you two things. First, never let them see you bleed.
James Bond: And the second?
Q: Always have an escape plan.
James Bond: What business do you have with Elektra King?
Zukovsky: I thought it was *you* who was giving her the business.
Julietta the Cigar Girl: Would you like to check my figures?
James Bond: Oh, I'm sure they're perfectly rounded.
[a helicopter slices Bond's BMW in half]
James Bond: Q's not gonna like this!
James Bond: Expecting Davidov? He caught a bullet instead of the plane. Get off. Keep your mouth shut.
Renard: You can't kill me. I'm already dead.
James Bond: Not dead enough for me.
Renard: You could show a little gratitude. I did spare your life at the banker's office. That's right. I couldn't you. You were working for me. You delivered the money, killed King and now you brought me the plane.
James Bond: What's your plan for the bomb?
Renard: You first. Or could it be you don't have a plan?
James Bond: That bomb will never leave this room.
Renard: Neither will you.
[Renard and Bond pause for a moment. At that time, the bomb is being hoisted out of the silo]
Renard: How sad... to be threatened by a man who can't grasp what he's involved in.
James Bond: Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.
Renard: And what do you believe in? Preservation of Capital?
[Renard pulls away from Bond]
Renard: Go ahead. Shoot me. I welcome it. My men will hear the shot and kill you.
James Bond: And the firefight will bring down half the army from above.
Renard: But when a certain phone call isn't made in twenty minutes, Elektra dies.
James Bond: You're bluffing.
Renard: She's beautiful isn't she? You should have had her before, when she was innocent. How does it feel to know that I broke her in for you?
[Bond gets angry and pistol-whips Renard across the forehead. Renard falls to the ground]
James Bond: [as the puts the silencer on his P99] I usually hate killing an unarmed man. Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.
Renard: A man tires of being executed.
James Bond: But in your case, I feel nothing just like you.
Renard: But then again, there's no point living if you can't feel alive?
James Bond: Huh?
[Colonel Akakievich and Christmas storm in]
Colonel Akakievich: [to Bond] Hey! Drop the gun!
James Bond: Keep away, Colonel!
Dr. Christmas Jones: He's an imposter. Doctor Arkov is sixty-three years old.
James Bond: [about Renard and his men] This is your imposter, along with the men outside in the plane. They're stealing the bomb.
[Colonel Akakievich picks up an rifle and loads it]
Colonel Akakievich: I said drop it!
[Bond drops the PPK. Renard gets up off the floor]
Colonel Akakievich: [to Bond] On your knees!
[One of Renard's men removes a card from the bomb]
Renard: [Speaks Russian] Well done.
Renard: He would have killed us all.
[Takes a photograph from Christams's hand]
Renard: This is Peter?
Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, but he's no atomic scientist.
Renard: [to Akakievich] I suppose you were the one who let him down.
[Renard shoves the photograph at Akakievich and walks towards Bond]
Renard: [to Bond] You had me. But i know you couldn't...
[Renard squeezes Bond's left shoulder. Bond groans with pain]
Renard: ...shoulder the responsibility.
[Renard lets go of Bond's shoulder and starts walking towards the silo entrance]
Renard: [to Akakievich] Now, without any further interruptions, lets proceed.
Colonel Akakievich: Nyet! There are too many new faces around here, including yours. The bomb doesn't move until I am satisfied.
[to the terrorists]
Colonel Akakievich: Hey, all of you, to the surface, now!
[Renard's men open fire at Akakievich's men]
James Bond: [in bed with Jones] I was wrong about you.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, how so?
James Bond: I thought Christmas only comes once a year.
James Bond: Molly, I need a clean build of health, you have to clear me for duty.
Dr. Molly Warmflash: James, I wouldn't really...
James Bond: Not at all.
Dr. Molly Warmflash: Practical, smart?
James Bond: Well let's just, skirt the usual, shall we?
Dr. Molly Warmflash: [start kissing] You'd have to promise to call me
[squeezes his shoulder that has been injured]
Dr. Molly Warmflash: this time.
James Bond: What ever the doctor orders.
Zukovsky: I'm looking for a submarine. It's big and black, and the driver is a very good friend of mine.
Zukovsky: [sees captain hat] Bring it to me!
Elektra King: [takes hat] What a shame, he's just gone.
Lachaise: So good of you to come see me, Mr Bond, particularly on such short notice.
James Bond: If you can't trust a Swiss banker, then what's the world come to?
[Bond and Christmas emerge from the ruptured pipeline]
James Bond: [to Christmas as she emerges from the pipeline] Come on, give me your hand. Jump, jump, jump.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Do you wanna explain why you did that? I could have stopped that bomb! You almost killed us!
James Bond: I DID kill us! She thinks we're dead and she thinks she got away with it!
Dr. Christmas Jones: Do you wanna put that in English for those of us who don't speak spy. Who's she?
James Bond: Elektra King.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Well, why would she blow up her own pipeline?
James Bond: It makes her look innocent. The explosion covers up the theft of the plutonium. And they make it look like a terrorist attack.
Dr. Christmas Jones: [takes a tin of plutonium out of her bag] But why leave this half?
James Bond: So there's enough to spread around to cover up for the part that they did take
Dr. Christmas Jones: But what are they gonna do with the other half? Its not enough to make a nuclear bomb.
James Bond: You're the scientist. You tell me?
Dr. Christmas Jones: I don't know. But the world's greatest terrorist running around with 6 kilos of weapons-grade plutonium can't be good. I have to get it back. Or somebody's gonna have my ass.
James Bond: First things first.
[talks into the two-way radio attatched to his belt]
James Bond: Bond to Robinson, do you copy?
Dr. Christmas Jones: By the way, before we go any further, I just want to know. What's the story with you and Elektra?
James Bond: We're stictly plutonic, now.
James Bond: Bond to Robinson, copy?
James Bond: [to Chrismas] What's your story? What are you doing here in Kazakhstan?
Dr. Christmas Jones: Avoiding those kind of questions just like you.
Robinson: [from two way] I read you, Double-Oh-Seven. Red Alert. M is missing with Elektra, three men down. Await instructions. Out.
Dr. Christmas Jones: What do we do now?
James Bond: There's one critical element here I may have overlooked.
Dr. Christmas Jones: What, more plutonium?
James Bond: No. Beluga caviar.
[to M as she is being held captive by Elektra in Istanbul]
Renard: [pointing to an alarm clock] Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time's up. And I guarantee, I won't miss.
[after M arrived at the pipleine control centre, Bond and M go into a nearby room]
M: 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]
M: She kills her father and attacks her own pipeline? Why? To what end?
James Bond: I don't know. Yet.
[Zukovzky fixes the "Zukovsky's Finest" logo on his office door]
Zukovsky: There's nothing in this place straight.
[Zukovsky opens the door and is shocked to see Christmas sitting on a couch in his office]
Zukovsky: Who are you, and how did you get in? I'll call security and congratulate them. Drink?
[the office door moves back, and Bond appears holding a guy at gunpoint]
Zukovsky: Can't you say a hello, like a normal person.
James Bond: [to guy] Get lost!
[the guy heads moves towards the door, and Bond grabs him by the shirt collar]
James Bond: [to guy] No, no, no down the back!
James Bond: What's your business with Elektra King?
Zukovsky: I though you were the one giving her the business.
[Bond points his gun at Zukovsky and walks towards him. Zukovsky walks backwards towards the wall]
James Bond: She drops a million dollars in your casino and you don't even blink an eye! What's she paying you off for?
Zukovsky: [to Chistmas] You know, a relationship with a man like that, I wouldn't bet on it.
[Bond tackles Zukovsky and shoves him back into a wall-mounted shelf full of caviar. At that moment, the sound of helicopters surround the skies over the caviar factory]
Zukovsky: Five thousand dollars of Beluga, ruined!
James Bond: That's nothing compared to what a twenty megaton nuclear bomb can do!
Zukovsky: What are you talking about?
Dr. Christmas Jones: We had a nuclear bomb stolen this morning!
James Bond: Renard and Elektra King are working together!
Zukovsky: I didn't know!
James Bond: Well what do you know?
[Bull is shot to see Zukovsky survived the explosion at the safehouse]
Bull: Boss? You're alive! I'm so glad to see you!
Zukovsky: Me too!
Elektra King: I could have given you the world.
James Bond: The world is not enough.
Elektra King: Foolish sentiment.
James Bond: Family motto.
[after Q introduces Bond to his successor]
James Bond: If you're Q, does that make him R?
R: Ah yes, the legendary 007 wit, or at least half of it.
Dr. Christmas Jones: What's the story with you and Elektra?
James Bond: We're strictly plutonic, now.
Dr. Christmas Jones: You wanna put that in English for those of us who don't speak Spy?
Zukovsky: Oh, look. We have no roof, but at least we have four good walls.
[the factory falls apart]
Zukovsky: The insurance company is NEVER going to believe this!
Zukovsky: [to Bull] You! Where have you been, you gold encrusted buffoon?
Bull: Sorry, boss, I must have bumped my head.
Zukovsky: Oh, really? Get me out of here. I'll show you what a bumped head feels like.
James Bond: Revenge is not hard to fathom for a man who believes in nothing.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Are You here for a reason, or are you just hoping for a glimmer?
James Bond: [With a bad Russian accent] Mikhail Arkov, Russian atomic energy department,
[Hands her the transport documents]
James Bond: and you are miss?
Dr. Christmas Jones: Doctor Jones. Christmas Jones, and don't tell me any jokes, I've heard them all.
James Bond: I don't know any doctor jokes.
Dr. Christmas Jones: [after looking at the transport documents] Here, they're okay, you can take the elevator, your friends are already down there.
James Bond: Do I get some type of protection?
Dr. Christmas Jones: What is down there is just weapons-grade plutonium. It's completely safe.
[Seeing Bond walking away]
Dr. Christmas Jones: Oh, doctor, aren't you forgetting something?
[Points to a board with badges on it]
James Bond: Yes, of course.
Dr. Christmas Jones: By the way.
Dr. Christmas Jones: Your English is very good for a Russian.
James Bond: [In Russian] I studied at Oxford.
M: This will not stand. We will not be terrorized by cowards who will murder an innocent man and use us as the tool.
Elektra King: You don't take "no" for an answer, do you?
James Bond: No
Elektra King: I hope you know how to ski, then.
James Bond: I came prepared for a cold reception.
Ms. Moneypenny: James! Have you brought me a souvenir from your trip? Chocolates? An engagement ring?
James Bond: I thought you might enjoy one of these.
[gives Ms. Moneypenny a cigar tube]
Ms. Moneypenny: How romantic. I know exactly where to put that.
[throws the cigar tube in the garbage]
James Bond: Oh Moneypenny, the story of our relationship: close, but no cigar.
James Bond: Expecting Davidov? He caught a bullet, instead of the plane.
Renard: You can't kill me, I'm already dead.
James Bond: Oh yeah, not dead enough for me.
James Bond: I usually hate killing an unarmed man. Cold-blooded murder is a filthy business.
Renard: No hard feelings, Mr. Bond, but we're even. Soon, you'll feel nothing at all.
Lachaise: I'm giving you the opportunity to walk out with the money, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: I'm giving you the opportunity to walk out with your life.
[Zukovsky enters his office, sees Christmas Jones]
Zukovsky: How did you get in here? I'm going to call Security... and congratulate them.
[Bond finds Zukovsky, Bull, and two women in the casino office]
Zukovsky: Bull, give them an inch.
[Bull gives each woman an inch-thick stack of cash, and the three of them start to leave]
Zukovsky: Make sure they lose it in this casino, huh?
Bull: I'll see you later, Mr. Bond.
[Bond sees that Bull has a mouthful of gold teeth]
Bond: I see you put your money where your mouth is.
Zukovsky: Mr. Bullion does not trust banks.
James Bond: You would commit suicide for her?
Renard: You forget. I'm already dead.
James Bond: Haven't you heard? So is she.
Terroist: Do you bring it? The grease!
James Bond: Of course...
[hands him a bag, he pulls out some sports shoes]
James Bond: [to Bull in regards to his gold teeth] I see you put your money where your mouth is.
Bond: ...A shadow operation?
M: ...Remember 007, shadows always remain in front or behind... never on top.
James Bond: [hands the two-way radio phone to Elektra] Call him off.
[Elektra smirkly smiles and stares at James]
James Bond: I won't ask again. Call him off. CALL HIM OFF!
Elektra King: [talking on her two-way] Renard?
Elektra King: [to Bond] You wouldn't kill me. You'd miss me.
Renard: [answers on his two-way] Yes?
Elektra King: [talking on her two-way] Dive! Bond...
[Bond shoots Elektra in the chest]
James Bond: I never miss.
James Bond: I suppose we all have to pay the piper sometime. Right, Q?
Q: Oh, pipe down, 007!
James Bond: Was it something I said?
Q: No, something you destroyed. My fishing boat! For my retirement, away from you!
James Bond: Give me the name.
Lachaise: I can't do that.
James Bond: [pointing his gun to Lachaise] Let's count to three. You can do that, can't you?
James Bond: [about the bomb in the pipeline] You've defused hundreds of these, right?
Dr. Christmas Jones: Yeah, but they're usually standing still.
James Bond: Yes, well, life is full of small challenges.
[having shot down a glider]
James Bond: See you back at the lodge. Heh.
[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]
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]
Renard: Along with the bright, starry, oil driven future of the West.
[Renard reaches for an alarm clock and holds it in his hands]
Renard: 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]
Renard: Watch these hands, M. By noon tomorrow, your time is up. And I guarantee you, I will not miss.