License to Kill

James Bond: This is no place for you, Q. Go home. Q: Oh, don't be an idiot, 007. I know exactly what you're up to, and quite frankly, you're going to need my help. Remember, if it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago. [Opens case] Everything for a man on holiday. Explosive alarm clock -- guaranteed never to wake up anyone who uses it. Dentonite toothpaste -- to be used sparingly, the latest in plastic explosive... Franz Sanchez: Remember, you're only president... for life. Franz Sanchez: Seņor Bond, you got big cojones. You come here, to my place, without references, carrying a piece, throwing around a lot of money... but you should know something: nobody saw you come in, so nobody has to see you go out. [Killifer, who took the bribe, is dangling on a rope over shark-infested water.] Ed Killifer: There's $2 million in that suitcase. I'll split it with you. James Bond: You earned it. You keep it. [Throws the case at him, knocking him into the water.] Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste. ...Of money. Della Leiter: [kissing Bond] That's a custom, you see. The bride always gets to kiss her best man. James Bond: I thought it was the other way around. Della Leiter: Aww... [kisses him again] Oh, James, would you mind? Felix is still in the study and we've got to cut this cake. James Bond: I'll do anything for a woman with a knife. M: This private vendetta of yours could easily compromise Her Majesty's government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally. James Bond: Then you have my resignation, sir. M: We're not a country club, 007! [pause] Effective immediately, your licence to kill is revoked, and I require you to hand over your weapon. Now. I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act. James Bond: I guess it's, uh... a farewell to arms. James Bond: Pam, this is Q, my "uncle". Q, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin." Q: Ah! We must be related. [kisses her] [A fork lift truck bursts through a wall with a man impaled on the forks.] James Bond: Looks like he came to a dead end. [Asked why he has a gun.] James Bond: In my business you prepare for the unexpected. Franz Sanchez: And what business is that? James Bond: I help people with problems. Franz Sanchez: Problem solver. James Bond: More of a problem eliminator. Franz Sanchez: And there are a lot of people with their hands out. Kwang: In other words... bribery. Franz Sanchez: Exactly. You took the words right out of my pocket. [Sanchez has just blown up a guy in a decompression chamber full of money, splattering blood all over it] Perez: What about the money? Franz Sanchez: Launder it. ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~