Dr. Martin Harris:
I didn’t forget everything. I remember how to kill you, asshole.
[Joe has just found out that Mike was sleeping with his wife]
It just happened, Joe. It…
Sure, sure, I know… it just happened. Coulda happened to anybody. It was an accident, right? You tripped, slipped on the floor and accidentally stuck your dick in my wife. ”Whoops! I’m so sorry, Mrs. H. I guess this just isn’t my week.”
[to the residents of The Jungle]
Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I’m putting cases on all you bitches. Huh. You think you can do this shit… Jake. You think you can do this to me? You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program, nigga. 23 hour lockdown. I’m the man up in this piece. You’ll never see the light of… who the fuck do you think you’re fucking with? I’m the police, I run shit around here. You just live here. Yeah, that’s right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away… ‘cause I’m gonna’ burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain’t got shit on me. That’s right, that’s right. Shit, I don’t, fuck. I’m winning anyway, I’m winning… I’m winning any motherfucking way. I can’t lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can’t kill me.
I help you out because I come from poor beginnings.
A doctor, who specializes in skin diseases, will dream he has fallen asleep in front of the television. Later, he will wake up in front of the television, but not remember his dream.
Would you agree?
[Caldwell is visibly perplexed and perturbed, shaking his head]
If all the animals along the equator were capable of flattery, then Thanksgiving and Hallowe’en… would fall… on the same day.
Yeah. Hey. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
When I was four years old, I watched my mother kill a spider… with a teacosy. Years later, I realised it was not a spider – it was my Uncle Harold.
[All eyes turn to him, expectantly]
Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, stars fill my dreams.
[Ryan claps hand across eyes]
I am a traveller in both time and space, to be where I have been.
[Blank, yet stern, looks from everyone]
[Outside, Ryan and Ocean join Caldwell in the street]
Is he alright? Are we alright?
Is that your idea of making a contribution?
We hadn’t even started. We ain’t even got to the terms yet.
We came this close to losing that.
Hey, I don’t even understand what happened in there. What did I say?
You called his niece a whore.
A very cheap one.
Currently confined to bed with a wicked case of…
No, you don’t need to tell him that…
OK. So what does this mean?
It means you stay here.
Forget everything you know about racing. Desert-racing isn’t about speed, it’s about endurance and handling.
Hang on, I thought you didn’t know shit about this kind of racing?
I don’t. It’s the first thing that came up on Google.
I’m sure the over-burdened British taxpayer would be fascinated to know how its Special Ordinances section disperses its funds. In future, Commander, let me suggest a perfectly adequate watchmaker just down the street.
[Bond activates the watch magnet, drawing to it M’s spoon]
You see, sir. By pulling out this button, it turns the watch into a hyper-intensified magnetic field. Powerful enough to even deflect the path of a bullet – at long range, or so Q claims…
I feel very tempted to test that theory right now!
[last minute tips to Linus]
You look down, they know you’re lying and up, they know you don’t know the truth. Don’t use seven words when four will do. Don’t shift your weight, look always at your mark but don’t stare, be specific but not memorable, be funny but don’t make him laugh. He’s got to like you then forget you the moment you’ve left his side. And for God’s sake, whatever you do, don’t, under any circumstances…
[from another room]
Come look at this?