What, no small talk? No chit-chat? That’s the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. It’s a lost art.[Dimitri Mishkin: So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?]
What would I ever do without you?[Miss Moneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you’ve never had me.]Hope springs eternal.
Well, you live long enough…[Ernst Stavro Blofeld: You keep coming back to me. I thought I’d never see you again, but fate draws us back together. Now your enemy is my enemy. How did that happen?]
Well, you know what they say about the fittest.[Kamal Khan: You have a nasty habit of surviving.]
Well, we corpses have absolutely no sense of time.[Moneypenny: You’re late, as usual. Even from your own funeral.]
Well, there’s a name to die for.[Mr. Kil: I’m Mr. Kil.]
Well, then, why don’t you enlighten me, Zorin?[Max Zorin: Alive and well, I see. And still bungling in the dark.]
Well, the trouble is there is never a 70-year-old around when you need one.[Holly Goodhead: Come on, Mr. Bond. A 70-year-old can take 3 Gs.]
Well, the fun is about to come to a dead end.[Gustav Graves: It’s been fun.]
Well, it’s not mutual.[Max Zorin: You amuse me, Mr. Bond.]
Well, it’s a small world. You’re a Toro, too.[after the real Col. Luis Toro has discovered Bond]
Well, it was that or the priesthood.[Madeleine Swann: Why, given every other possible option, does a man choose the life of a paid assassin?]
