Licence to Kill

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.

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...

Franz Sanchez:
Remember, you're only president... for life.

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.

Ed Killifer:
There's $2 million in that suitcase. I'll split it with you.

James Bond:
You earned it. You keep it, Old Buddy!

Sharkey:
God, what a terrible waste.

Sharkey:
Of money.

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:
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". Q, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin."

Q:
Ah! We must be related.

James Bond:
Looks like he came to a dead end.

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.

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.

Dario:
Ha Ha Ha Ha! You're dead!

Pam Bouvier:
You took the words right out of my mouth!

Perez:
What about the money, patron?

Franz Sanchez:
Launder it.

Truman-Lodge:
Brilliant! Well done, Franz! Another eighty-million dollar write-off!

Sanchez:
Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead.

Franz Sanchez:
What did he promise you? His heart? Give her his heart.

Professor Joe Butcher:
Bless your heart!

Pam Bouvier:
Out of Gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time.

James Bond:
Watch the birdy you bastard.

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.

Felix Leiter:
See you in hell!

Franz Sanchez:
No, no. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!

Felix Leiter:
Killifer?

Ed Killifer:
Sorry, ol' buddy, but two mil's a helluva chunk o' dough.

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.

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!

Franz Sanchez:
Drug dealers of the world, unite!

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.

James Bond:
Compliments of Sharkey!

Franz Sanchez:
You could have had everything.

James Bond:
Don't you want to know why?

Pam Bouvier:
Why don't you wait until you're asked?

James Bond:
So why don't you ask me?

Voice of DEA agent:
He's landing at Cray Key. Advise Key West Drug Enforcement.

Voice of DEA agent:
If they hurry, they just might be able to grab the bastard.

Felix Leiter:
Where's my wife?

Dario:
Don't worry. We gave her a nice Honeymooooon.