A View to a Kill (1985)
[the morning after Bond sleeps with May Day]
Max Zorin: You slept well?
James Bond: A little restless but I got off eventually.
Howe: What have they done?
Max Zorin: You discharged her, so she and her accomplice came here to kill you. Then they set fire to the office, to conceal the crime but they were trapped in the elevator and perished in the flames.
Howe: But that means I would have to be...
Max Zorin: Dead!
Max Zorin: That's rather neat, Don't you think?
James Bond: Brilliant. I'm almost speechless with admiration.
Max Zorin: Intuitive improvisation is the secret of genius.
James Bond: Herr Doktor Mortner would be proud of his creation.
[Hovering over San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge in their airship]
May Day: Wow! What a view!
Max Zorin: To a KILL!
[Zorin is going to kill Bond]
James Bond: My department knows I'm here. When I don't report they'll retaliate.
Max Zorin: If you're the best they've got, they're more likely to try and cover up your embarrassing incompetence.
James Bond: Don't count on it, Zorin.
Max Zorin: [laughs] Ha ha, you amuse me, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: It's not mutual.
[after dropping the tycoon out of the airship]
Max Zorin: So, anyone else want to drop out?
James Bond: Well my dear, I take it you spend quite a lot of time in the saddle.
Jenny Flex: Yes, I love an early morning ride.
James Bond: Well, I'm an early riser myself.
U.S. Police Captain: You're under arrest.
Stacey Sutton: Wait a minute, this is James Stock of the London Financial times.
James Bond: Well, actually, captain, I'm with the British Secret Service. The name is Bond, James Bond.
U.S. Police Captain: Is he?
Stacey Sutton: Are you?
James Bond: Yes.
U.S. Police Captain: And I'm Dick Tracy and you're still under arrest!
James Bond: Taxi!
Paris Taxi Driver: No, no, no English!
James Bond: [Pulling him from the car] Out!
Tibbett, Sir Godfrey: Another wealthy owner?
James Bond: Who knows? But she certainly bares closer inspection.
Tibbett, Sir Godfrey: We're on a mission.
James Bond: Sir Godfrey, on a mission, I am expected to sacrifice myself!
James Bond: Hello. I thought you might like to join the party. By the way, the name is James St. John Smythe. I'm English.
Stacey Sutton: I never would have guessed.
Scarpine: It's time to flood the fault.
Bob Conley: But May Day and my men!
Max Zorin: Yes. A convenient coincidence.
Bob Conley: Mr. Zorin, those men are LOYAL to you!
[Scarpine knocks him out]
Restaurant guest: Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, monsieur?
James Bond: There's a fly in his soup!
Scarpine: He's the outstanding horse of the sales. We expect him to fetch over three million dollars!
James Bond: Oh, sounds quite reasonable!
[Bond is released from jail in Paris for violating the Napoleonic Code]
M: [to Bond] May I remind you that this operation was to be conducted discreetly. All it took was six million Francs in damages and penalties for violating most of the Napoleonic Code.
James Bond: Well, under the circumstances, sir, I thought it MORE IMPORTANT to identify the assassin.
M: What did you learn from Aubergine before his untimely demise?
James Bond: [to M] Well, only that Zorin is having a thoroughbred sale at his stud farm not far from here. I think I should be there.
James Bond: Can you help me with that, Sir Godfrey?
Sir Godfrey Tibbett: It may be possible to arrange an invitation. It's a bit short notice, but I might just be able to squeeze you in, Bond.
James Bond: [to Tibbett] Thank you, sir.
[May Day walks into her room and finds Bond naked in her bed]
James Bond: May Day, where have you been? I've been waiting for you... to take care of me, personally.
[Zorin nods to May Day, and she enters silently in the room]
James Bond: I see you're a woman of very few words.
May Day: What's there to say?
Max Zorin: Gentlemen, for centuries alchemists tried to make gold from base metals. Today, we make microchips from sillicon, which is common sand; but far better than gold. Now, for several years, we had a profitable partnership, you as manufacturers, while I acquired and passed on to you industrial information that made you competitive, succesful. We are now in the unique position to form an international cartel to control not only production, but distribution of these microchips. There is one obstacle - Sillicon Valley in San Francisco. Over 250 plants, employing thousands of scientists, technicians. This is the heartland of electronic production in the United States - which accounts for, what, 80% - of the world microchip market. I propose to - *end* - the domination of Silicon Valley and leave us in control of that market.
Max Zorin: You lost, 007.
James Bond: [after looking at Tibbett's body] Killing Tibbett was a mistake.
Max Zorin: Then I'm about to make that same mistake twice.
[Bond is gettting ready to have a horse race with Zorin]
James Bond: And what if I'm thrown?
Max Zorin: Then you lose.
M: You have exactly 35 minutes to get properly dressed, 007.
[Bond checks the tie on his suit]
James Bond: I take it you ride.
Max Zorin: I'm happiest in the saddle.
James Bond: A fellow sportsman. So, what about fishing? Fly-casting?
Max Zorin: [realizes he's been trapped] I'm neglecting my other guests. Enjoy yourself, you'll find the young ladies stimulating company.
General Anatol Gogol: [Bond has just received the Order of Lenin from General Gogol] The order of Lenin, for Comrade Bond. The first ever non-Soviet citizen to receive this award.
M: I'd thought the KGB would have celebrated if Silicon Valley had been destroyed.
General Anatol Gogol: On the contrary, Admiral, where would Russian research be without it?
[Bond is dangling from an unlocked fire engine ladder]
James Bond: Turn!
James Bond: Not this way! That way!
May Day: [on being betrayed by Zorin] ... And I thought that creep loved me!
[Bond is in the shower with Stacey and Q is using Snooper to spy on them]
Q: 007 alive.
M: Where is he? What's he doing?
Q: Just cleaning up a few details.
Stacey Sutton: Oh, James!
Mine Foreman: [sees Bond disguised as a fireman] Where's the fire?
James Bond: [American accent] In your rear end!
Kimberley Jones: [First lines] I thought you'd never get back.
James Bond: Well, there was a heck of a crowd on the piste!
Kimberley Jones: So I see. Mission accomplished?
James Bond: Best beluga.
James Bond: Vodka, rather shaken, and one microchip.
Kimberley Jones: Good. I'll send a signal to M.
James Bond: Be a good girl would you, and put her on automatic. And we could do with a couple of glasses.
Kimberley Jones: They're in the overhead rack.
[Bond pulls a lever and Kimberley falls on the sofa with him]
Kimberley Jones: Commander Bond.
James Bond: [Bond unzips her outfit] Call me James. It's five days to Alaska.
[they start kissing]
Pola Ivanova: James, that night in London when I was with the Bolshoi...
James Bond: Ah, what a performance.
Pola Ivanova: In my dressing room, later, did you know I was an agent with orders to seduce you?
James Bond: Why do you think I sent you three dozen *red* roses?
Pola Ivanova: Mmm. Now, that *was* a performance.
U.S. Police Captain: [as he's chasing Bond and Stacey] Captain to all units: Intercept murder suspect in a stolen fire truck. He MAY be armed... and he's SURE dangerous!
Pola Ivanova: Long time no see, James...!
Pola Ivanova: ... Oh, you haven't changed a bit!
James Bond: Well, YOU have. You're even LOVELIER.
[Bond and Aubergine are discussing the use of steriods in Zorin's horses]
James Bond: Tell me, why do Zorin's horses beat others with far superior bloodlines?
Aubergine: This is a mystery.
James Bond: Could he be using drugs?
Aubergine: Nothing showed up in the tests.
[a mystery person is seen entering the room]
Aubergine: Later this month, Zorin will hold his annual sales at his stud farm near Paris. Security is formidable.
[the mystery person attacks another person dressed in black. The butterflies in the room go stir crazy]
Aubergine: But the key to this mystery is there. And I, Achille Aubergine, will intend to find it.
[We get a good look at the eyes of the mystery person. Aubergine is suddenly stabbed in the cheek with a hook and his head falls to the table]
[At Stacey Sutton's home, Bond cooks dinner; pulls out a excellent quiche from the oven]
James Bond: Et voilà. Quiche des Cabinet.
Stacey Sutton: Sounds interesting. Mmm. What is it?
James Bond: An omelet.
James Bond: Now, you were telling me about your grandfather.
Stacey Sutton: He left Sutton Oil to Dad, who expected me, as the only child, to take it over someday. So, at college, I studied geology.
James Bond: And then what happened?
Stacey Sutton: Zorin. He took over Sutton Oil on a rigged proxy fight. I fought him in the courts. It's taken everything I had: all the cash, all the furniture, everything. So I took this job as state geologist. And I've just managed to hold on to this house and-and my shares.
James Bond: Well, that's what the $5 million were for, your shares?
Stacey Sutton: Ten times more than they're worth. Just, uh...
[grabs the check]
Stacey Sutton: just drop the lawsuit and shut my mouth. I haven't accepted yet.
James Bond: So Zorin sent along his gorillas to help you make up your mind.
Stacey Sutton: They have.
[tears up the check; sighs]
Stacey Sutton: I'd sell everything and live in a tent before I give up.
M: Now that we're all here, you can get on with the briefing, Q.
Q: Very good, sir. Gentlemen, a silicon integrated circuit. The essential part of all modern computers.
M: No lecture, Q. We're all aware of the usefulness of the microchip.
Q: Well, now, until recently, all microchips were susceptible to damage from the intense magnetic pulse of a nuclear explosion.
M: Magnetic pulse?
James Bond: Yes, Minister. I burst in outer space over the UK and everything with a microchip in it, from, well, the modern toaster to the most sophisticated computers in our defense systems would we rendered absolutely useless.
Q: One of our private defense contractors came up with this: a chip totally impervious to magnetic pulse damage. Now, if I place it on the micro-comparator and compare it with a chip that Commander Bond recovered from the body of 003 in Siberia, when I bring the two images together...
James Bond: They're identical. The KGB must have pipeline into that research company.
James Bond: With the cane, is that Max Zorin?
M: Yes. Born in Dresden. Fled from East Germany in the 60s. Changed passport. Speaks at least five languages, no accent. Now, the talk of the city and the bourse.
James Bond: The old rags to riches story.
M: He made his first fortune in oil and gas, James. Now, second in electronics and high tech.
Miss Moneypenny: [At a horse Ascot Racecourse] Come on Fluke! Get a wiggle on!
James Bond: Excellent choice.
Aubergine: I am pleased you approve, since you are paying the bill. Cheers.
James Bond: Santé, Monsieur Aubergine.
James Bond: By the way, the name is St. John Smythe, James St. John Smythe.
Dr. Carl Mortner: Dr. Carl Mortner, at your service.
General Anatol Gogol: You will come back to us, comrade. No one ever *leaves* the KGB.
James Bond: Mortner?
Chuck Lee: Got a real winner here. His name is actually Hans Glaub - the German pioneer who developed steroids.
James Bond: That ties him to the horse injection.
Chuck Lee: During World War II he experimented with steroids on pregnant women in the concentration camps in an attempt to enhance intelligence.
James Bond: With any success?
Chuck Lee: Eventually every mother aborted - though a handful of children were produced with phenomenal IQs. But there was a side effect - they were psychotics .
James Bond: Was this Mortner - or Glaub, tried by the war crimes commission?
Chuck Lee: The Russians grabbed him. Set him up in a laboratory. He spent several years developing steroids for their athletes.
Howe: [Bond posing as a London Financial Times reporter] If you'd like any further information, just call me, Mr, eh?
James Bond: Stock, James Stock. Thank you Mr. Howe.
Stacey Sutton: I'm Stacey - Sutton. And you're a reporter. Eh, what was it?
James Bond: Stock, James Stock.
Stacey Sutton: I only have a few leftovers in the fridge. I'm a pathetic cook.
James Bond: Well, I'll lend a hand.
Stacey Sutton: You can cook?
James Bond: I've been known to dabble.
James Bond: It's women's lib. They're taking over the teamsters.
James Bond: Will you keep still!
Stacey Sutton: Do you know what I'm sitting on?
James Bond: I'm trying not to think about it.
James Bond: [after managing to lose the SFPD in a stolen fire engine] That should keep them on the wrong track.