Quotes

[Bond enters the interrogation room to take his psychological test]

Doctor Hall: I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first work that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say...

James Bond: Wasted.

Doctor Hall: Agent.

James Bond: Provocateur.

Doctor Hall: Woman?

James Bond: Provocatrix.

Doctor Hall: M.

James Bond: Bitch.

[M sighs from the other side of the interrogation room]

Doctor Hall: Gun.

James Bond: Shot.

Doctor Hall: Murder.

James Bond: Occupation.

Doctor Hall: Country.

James Bond: England.

Doctor Hall: Skyfall.

[Bond suddenly pauses]

Doctor Hall: Skyfall.

[Continued pause]

James Bond: Done.

[Bond walks out]

[from trailer]

Sévérine: What do you know about fear?

James Bond: All there is.

Sévérine: Well not like this. Not like him.

[from trailer]

Raoul Silva: England... Mi6... so old-fashioned!

James Bond: The latest thing from Q branch; called a radio.

M: 007, what the hell are you doing? Are you kidnapping me?

James Bond: That would be one way of looking at it.

Q: What did you expect, an exploding pen?

James Bond: Oh good, here comes a train.

M: 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.

[Bond and M drive off in the Aston Martin DB5]

M: 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]

Q: I'm guessing this is not official.

James Bond: Not even remotely.

Q: So much for my promising career in espionage.

Raoul Silva: [caresses Bond] There's always a first time...

James Bond: [tied to a chair] What makes you think this is my first time?

James Bond: [dodging an explosion] Was that for me?

Raoul Silva: [laughing] No, but that is.

[a subway train crashes after Bond]

James Bond: [about getting shot] In your defense, a moving target is harder to hit.

Eve: Then you'd better keep moving.

[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.

Husband at Tube Station: [after Bond has leapt onto a moving underground train] He's keen to get home.

[as Bond is tied to a chair, an elevator lowers in front of him, and Silva appears and walks toward him]

Raoul Silva: Hello, James. Welcome. Do you like the island? My grandmother had an island. Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour, but still it was, it was a paradise for us. One summer, we went for a visit and discovered the place had been infested with rats. They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait and the rats would come for the coconut and... they would fall into the drum. And after a month, you have trapped all the rats, but what do you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it and they begin to get hungry. And one by one...

[mimics rat munching sound]

Raoul Silva: they start eating each other until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what? Do you kill them? No. You take them and release them into the trees, but now they don't eat coconut anymore. Now, they only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors. This is what she made us.

James Bond: [to Sévérine when they are in the shower together] I like you better without your Beretta.

Sévérine: I feel naked without it.

Q: There are only about six people in the world who could set up fail-safes like this.

James Bond: Can you get past them?

Q: I invented them.

Raoul Silva: [about M] Everyone, listen to me. Don't you dare touch her. She's mine!

[first lines]

James Bond: Ronson's down!

[repeated line]

Raoul Silva: Think on your sins.

James Bond: [to M] So this is it, then. We're both played out.

Eve: You know, Mallory's not as bad as you think.

James Bond: He's a bureaucrat.

Eve: You should do your homework. Gareth Mallory was a Lieutenant Colonel...

James Bond: Lieutenant Colonel in Northern Ireland. Hereford Regiment. Spent three months at the hands of the IRA.

Eve: So there's more to him than meets the eye.

James Bond: [gives suitcase of money to Eve] Bet it all on red.

Raoul Silva: 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.

Q: Oh, no. Can someone tell me how he got into our system?

Raoul Silva: [program from his computer] Not such a clever boy.

Q: Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. He hacked us.

Q: Where are you?

James Bond: [He's on the train] Take a wild guess, Q.

Raoul Silva: [Silva goes to the desk, accessing Bond's debriefing results from his computer] Medical evaluation: fail. Physical evaluation: fail. Psychological evaluation, alcohol and substance addiction indicated. Ooh! Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma.

[glances to Bond then back to the computer]

Raoul Silva: Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension for service advised.

[rises from the desk, going to Bond]

Raoul Silva: What is this if not betrayal? She sent you off to me, knowing you're not ready, knowing you're likely die. Mommy was very bad.

James Bond: [as Silva falls] Last rat standing.

M: 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."

Sévérine: Be careful what you wish for...

James Bond: [Silva's men are approaching] You ready?

Kincade: I was ready before you were born, son.

James Bond: 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.

James Bond: Not enough excitement in Istanbul?

Eve: I've been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work.

James Bond: Really?

Eve: Mmm. Something to do with killing 007.

James Bond: Well, you gave it your best shot.

Eve: That was hardly my best shot.

James Bond: I'm not sure I could survive your best.

Eve: I doubt you'll get the chance.

[last lines]

Gareth Mallory: So, 007... Lot's to be done. Are you ready to get back to work?

James Bond: With pleasure, M. With pleasure.

Q: [Via Bond's earpiece] Where are you?

James Bond: [He's on the train] Take a wild guess, Q.

[from trailer]

Q: The Walther PPK/S nine-millimeter short. It's been coded to your palmprint so only you can fire it. Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement.

[from trailer]

Raoul Silva: The two survivors. This is what she made us.

[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]

M: Where the hell have you been?

James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.