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Fiona: I think I may be beginning to disappear
HM The Queen Mother: You will have to talk to Lord Chamberlain about all this. HM Queen Elizabeth II: Oh, I have. And to Robert Fellowes, and it seems they both agree with Mr. Blair. HM The Queen Mother: I see. HM Queen Elizabeth II: Something’s happened. There’s been a change, some shift in values. When you no longer understand your people, mummy, maybe it is time to hand it over to the next generation. HM The Queen Mother: Don’t be ridiculous. Remember the vow you took? HM Queen Elizabeth II: I declare that my whole life, rather it be long or short, shall be devoted to your service. HM The Queen Mother: Your whole life. That is a commitment to God, as well as your people. HM Queen Elizabeth II: But what if my actions are damaging the crown? HM The Queen Mother: Damaging it? You’re the greatest asset this institution has. One of the greatest it has ever had. The problem will come when you leave. But you mustn’t think about that now, certainly not today. HM Queen Elizabeth II: Oh, mummy. HM The Queen Mother: You must show your strength, reassert your authority. You sit on the most powerful throne in Europe, head of an unbroken line that goes back more than a thousand years. Do you really think that any of your predecessors would’ve dropped everything and gone up to London because a bunch of hysterics carrying candles needed help with their grief? And as for that silly Mr. Blair, with his Cheshire Cat grin..
Uncle Henry Skinner: You’ll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, can elicit great wisdom. Not least of which is, uh… how much more enjoyable it is to win. It’s inevitable to lose now and again. The trick is not to make a habit of it.
Effie Melody White: [sings] And I am telling you/ I’m not going./ You’re the best man I’ll ever know./ There’s no way I can ever go./ No, no, no, no way… / No, no, no, no way I’m living without you./ I’m not living without you./ I don’t want to be free./ I’m staying, I’m staying,/ And you, and you,/ you’re gonna love me
Vesper Lynd: [after discussing poker skills on the train] What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond? James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty’s a problem. You worry you won’t be taken seriously. Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain. James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I’d have normally gone with ”only child,” but by the way you ignored the quip about your parents… I’m going to have to go with ”orphan.” Vesper Lynd: All right… by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since you’re first thought about me ran to ”orphan,” that’s what I’d say you are. [he smiles but says nothing] Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect queen and country. You know… former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. [Glances at his wrist] Vesper Lynd: Rolex? James Bond: Omega. Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard… James Bond: No, of course not. Vesper Lynd: But it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government’s money – and off your perfectly-formed arse. James Bond: You noticed? Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb? James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes. Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond. James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd.
Dieter: Empty what is full. Fill what is empty. Scratch what itches
[last lines] James Bradley: I finally came to the conclusion that he maybe he was right. Maybe there’s no such thing as heroes. Maybe there are just people like my dad. I finally came to understand why they were so uncomfortable being called heroes. Heroes are something we create, something we need. It’s a way for us to understand what’s almost incomprehensible, how people could sacrifice so much for us, but for my dad and these men, the risks they took, the wounds they suffered, they did that for their buddies. They may have fought for their country but they died for their friends. For the man in front, for the man beside him, and if we wish to truly honor these men we should remember them the way they really were, the way my dad remembered them