That’s quite a nice little nothing you’re almost wearing. I approve.[to Tiffany]
Take a deep breath. You only need one shot. Make it count.[to Camille]
So that’s what I’ve been doing wrong all these years.[Q: Your new telephone. Talk here. Listen here.]
Send them to the funeral, will you?[while buying flowers after killing a motorcyclist]
Oh, I travel… sort of a licensed troubleshooter.[Pat Fearing: What kind of work do you do, anyway?]
It’s all right. It’s quite all right, really. She’s having a rest. We’ll be going on soon. There’s no hurry, you see? We have all the time in the world.[last lines]
In poker you never play your hand. You play the man across from you.
I’ve got a little itch, down there. Would you mind?[to Le Chiffre, tied to a bottomless chair]
I’m sorry. That last hand… nearly killed me.[sarcastically to Le Chiffre, after nearly dying from poisoning]
I’ll do anything for a woman with a knife.[Della Churchill: James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study, and we’ve got to cut this cake.]
Has this desk got bigger? Or have you got smaller?[to M]
Don’t forget to write.[repeated line]
