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.
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.
[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.
[Bond 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.
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.
Sylvia Trench: When did you say you had to leave?
[Sylvia and Bond kiss passionately]
James Bond: Immediately... almost immediately.
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: 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.
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.
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.
[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 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?
James Bond: Tell me, does the toppling of American missiles really compensate for having no hands?
James Bond: One takes cyanide, another would've stood for her arm being broken, neither would talk. Who puts that sort of scare into people?
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: Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I'm a very nervous passenger.
[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.
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.
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.
James Bond: Three o'clock at my hotel? Maybe?
Miss Taro: Yes. 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 jammed 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.
Photographer: You'll be sorry! You'll all be sorry, you rats!
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 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
[explaining why she believes the legend about Crab Key's fire-breathing dragon]
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.
Felix Leiter: You Limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing.
[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: [pointing out to sea] 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?
M: I'll have a set of background papers to take - delivered to you at the airport in a self-destructive bag. You can study them during the flight. I want to know what's happened to Strangways.
Quarrel: We don't get nothin' out of this gal. You want me to break her arm?
James Bond: Another time.
Miss Taro: [on the phone] Hello? Oh, Mr. Bond, I was thinking, why don't you collect me at my apartment. It's lovely up here in the mountains. Nice and cool. All right, you leave the Port Royal Road out of Kingston. Then, along the Winthrop Road, until you get to the cement factory. Then you turn left. Follow the road up the hill. Down the other side. And two miles further on, on the left, Magenta Drive 2 - 3. I'll be waiting for you.
James Bond: I'm hungry. Let's go out and eat.
Miss Taro: I'll make you a Chinese dinner here.
James Bond: No. I'm feeling Italian and musical. Let's go to the Mountain Grill.
Miss Taro: I'd rather stay here. It's more fun. Alone.
James Bond: Yes. But, I don't want you getting dishpan hands.
Honey Ryder: [singing] Underneath the mango tree, La-la-la-la-de, Come watch for the moon, La-la-la mango tree, Me honey and me make boolooloop, Underneath the mango tree, Make boolooloop soon, La-la-la-de-da-da, Me honey and me...
James Bond: [singing] Underneath the mango tree, Ma honey and me...
Honey Ryder: Who's that?
James Bond: There's no point in involving the girl at this stage. She has nothing to do with us. Let her go free. She'll promise not to talk.
Honey Ryder: No, I won't. I'm staying with you.
James Bond: I don't want you here.
Dr. No: I agree. This is no place for the girl. Take her away.
Honey Ryder: No. No! Let go of me.
Dr. No: I'm sure the guards will amuse her.