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A resourceful British government agent seeks answers in a case involving the disappearance of a colleague and the disruption of the American space program.
[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.
[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. [shoots Dent twice]
Dr. No: East, West, just points of the compass, each as stupid as the other.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
Dr. No: [to Bond] Unfortunately, I misjudged you, you are just a stupid police man... [metal door opens and guards enter] Dr. No: ...whose luck has run out.
Sylvia Trench: When did you say you had to leave? James Bond: Immediately... almost immediately.
[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: Tell me, does the toppling of American missiles really compensate for having no hands?
[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: One takes cyanide, another would let her arm be broken, neither will talk. Who puts that sort of fear into people?
[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: 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.
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: Tell me Miss Trench, do you play any other games?
James Bond: Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I'm a very nervous passenger.
[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.
Dr. No: That's a Dom Perignon '55, it would be a pity to break it James Bond: I prefer the '53 myself...
Worker: What happened? James Bond: I think they were on their way to a funeral!
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 jameed 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!
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!
Felix Leiter: You Limeys can be pretty touchy about trespassing.
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.