Dr. No (1962)
[James Bond's first scene, winning a game of chemin-de-fer]
James Bond: I admire your courage, Miss...?
Sylvia Trench: Trench. Sylvia Trench. I admire your luck, Mr...?
James Bond: Bond. James Bond.
Dr. No: East, West, just points of the compass, each as stupid as the other.
[Professor Dent tries to kill Bond, but his gun is out of bullets]
James Bond: That's a Smith & Wesson, and you've had your six.
[shoots Dent twice]
Dr. No: The Americans are fools. I offered my services, they refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay for their mistake.
James Bond: World domination. The same old dream. Our asylums are full of people who think they're Naploeon. Or God.
Miss Moneypenny: James! Where have you been? I've been searching all over London for you.
[Picks up phone]
Miss Moneypenny: 007 is here sir.
[Slaps Bond's hand away from the papers on her desk]
James Bond: Moneypenny! What gives?
Miss Moneypenny: Me, given an ounce of encouragement. You've never taken me to dinner looking like this. You've never taken me to dinner...
James Bond: I would, you know. Only "M" would have me court-martialed for... illegal use of government property.
Miss Moneypenny: Flattery will get you nowhere - but don't stop trying.
Dr. No: I'm a member of SPECTRE.
James Bond: SPECTRE?
Dr. No: SPECTRE. Special Executive for Counter Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power headed by the greatest brains in the world.
James Bond: Correction, criminal brains.
Dr. No: The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be.
Dr. No: [to Bond] Unfortunately, I misjudged you. You are just a stupid policeman...
[metal door opens and guards enter]
Dr. No: ...whose luck has run out.
James Bond: Good evening, sir.
M: It happens to be 3 a.m. When do you sleep, 007?
James Bond: Never on the firm's time, sir.
James Bond: Don't worry. I'm not supposed to be here either. Are you alone?
Honey Ryder: What are you doing here? Are you looking for shells?
James Bond: No, I'm just looking.
Honey Ryder: Stay where you are.
James Bond: I promise you, I won't steal your shells.
Honey Ryder: I promise you, you won't either.
[Bond moves closer. Honey pulls out her dagger]
Honey Ryder: Stay where you are!
James Bond: I can assure you, my intentions are strictly honorable.
Dr. No: [to Bond] I was curious to see what kind of man you were. I thought there may be even a place for you with SPECTRE.
James Bond: I'm flattered. I'd prefer the Revenge department. Of course, my first job would be finding the man who killed Strangways and Quarrel.
James Bond: Tell me Miss Trench, do you play any other games?
[Showing prisoners Bond and Honey around their cell]
Sister Lily: Don't hesitate to ring if there's anything else you want. Anything at all.
James Bond: Two air tickets to London?
[Honey describes how she killed the man who had raped her]
Honey Ryder: I put a black widow spider underneath his mosquito net... a female, they're the worst. It took him a whole week to die.
[Bond looks shocked]
Honey Ryder: Did I do wrong?
James Bond: Well, it wouldn't do to make a habit of it.
James Bond: Tell me, does the toppling of American missiles really compensate for having no hands?
James Bond: One takes cyanide, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people?
[Bond pulls up to the front of Government House with a dead man sitting up in the backseat]
James Bond: Sergeant, make sure he doesn't get away.
Honey Ryder: How can you eat at a time like this?
James Bond: I'm hungry. We don't know when we'll get the chance to eat again. Here, take this.
James Bond: [whispering] Careful. The whole place is probably wired for sound.
James Bond: Now, don't worry, Quarrel. Everything's going to be fine.
Quarrel: You say so, Captain. Bottom part of where my belly used to be tells me different.
James Bond: For me, Crab Key's going to be a gentle relaxation.
Felix Leiter: From what? Dames?
James Bond: No, from being a clay pigeon.
[Bond admires a huge aquarium. Dr. No enters]
Dr. No: One million dollars, Mr. Bond. You were wondering what it cost.
James Bond: As a matter of fact, I was.
James Bond: Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I'm a very nervous passenger.
Miss Taro: What should I say to an invitation from a strange gentleman?
James Bond: You should say yes.
Miss Taro: [shaking her head] I should say maybe.
Construction Worker: [Hearse chasing Bond drives off a cliff] How did it happen?
James Bond: I think they were on their way to a funeral.
Dr. No: That's a Dom Perignon '55, it would be a pity to break it
James Bond: I prefer the '53 myself...
Major Boothroyd: [to M, referring to Bond's Beretta] Nice and light... in a lady's handbag.
M: Any comment, 007?
James Bond: I disagree, sir. I've carried the Beretta for ten years, and I've never missed with it.
M: No, but it jameed on you last job, and you spent six months in hospital in consequence. When you carry a 00 number, you have a license to kill, not get killed. Furthermore, since I've been head of MI7
[sic - MI6]
M: there's been a forty percent drop in casualties, and I want to keep it that way. From now on you carry the Walther... unless you'd rather return to standard intelligence duties.
James Bond: No sir, I would not.
M: [to Boothroyd] Show him, Armourer.
Major Boothroyd: [to Bond] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimeter, with a delivery like a brick through a plate-glass window. The American CIA swear by them.
James Bond: [Bond has overpowered Mr Jones on an isolated road] Now talk!
Jones: [Breathlessly] Alright! Let me have a cigarette.
Jones: [Bond gives him the packet of cigarettes. Jones starts gasping for air. Bond grabs him] To hell with you!
Dr. No: [about his aquarium] The glass is convex, 10 inches thick, which accounts for the magnifying effect.
James Bond: Minnows pretending they're whales. Just like you on this island, Dr. No.
Dr. No: It depends, Mr. Bond, on which side of the glass you are.
James Bond: You believe in living dangerously. I can see that.
Miss Taro: What do you mean?
James Bond: Sitting around with wet hair, you'll die of pneumonia
Honey Ryder: How well do you know about animals? Did you ever see a mongoose dance? Or, a scorpion with sunstroke sting itself to death? Or, a praying mantis eat her husband after making love?
James Bond: I hate to admit it, but, I haven't.
Honey Ryder: Well, I have.
Dr. No: A medium dry martini, lemon peel, shaken, not stirred.
James Bond: Vodka?
Dr. No: Of course.
Honey Ryder: Have you any idea what they'll do with us?
James Bond: No idea. No door handles or windows, either.
Honey Ryder: It's a prison, then.
James Bond: Mink-lined, with first-class service.
[James and Honey are marooned in a boat in the middle of the ocean. A Coast Guard boat carrying Leiter appears]
James Bond: Well, hello! What are you doing here? Do you need help?
[Honey stands up in the boat]
Felix Leiter: I'm quite sure you don't.
Hotel Valet: One medium dry Vodka Martini, mixed like you said, sir, and not stirred.
James Bond: Thank you.
James Bond: I'm a friend of Commander Strangways.
Quarrel: Now, ain't that nice. I like people who's friends of people.
James Bond: Where did you take him on your boat.
Quarrel: You see that, Captain. That there's the Caribbean. That's where. Fishing.
Felix Leiter: Felix Leiter, Central Intelligence Agency. You must be James Bond.
James Bond: You mean we're fighting the same war?
James Bond: Crab Key begins to interest me. What else do we know about this Chinese gentleman?
Felix Leiter: Nothing much, except his name: Dr. No.
Professor Dent: Bond came to see me this morning.
Dr. No: Yes. I know. I gave orders that he should be killed. Why is he still alive?
Professor Dent: Our attempts failed.
Dr. No: *Your* attempts failed. I do not like failure. You are not going to fail me again, Professor.
James Bond: That's a naughty little habit. Listening at keyholes?
Felix Leiter: You Limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing.