She sent you after me, knowing you’re not ready, knowing you’ll likely die. Mommy was very bad.[to James, about M]
You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other… Or eat everyone else.[to James]
You see what comes of all this running around, Mr. Bond? All this jumping and fighting. It’s exhausting! Relax. You need to relax. Ah, well… mother’s calling. I’ll give her a goodbye kiss for you.
