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James Bond goes rogue and sets off to unleash vengeance on a drug lord who tortured his best friend, a C.I.A. agent, and left him for dead and murdered his bride after he helped capture him.
[Sanchez is about to kill James] Franz Sanchez: You could have had everything. James Bond: Don't you want to know why? [Shows Sanchez Felix's lighter, then sets Sanchez on fire]
[M confronts Bond in Key West] M: You were supposed to be in Istanbul LAST NIGHT! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has [beat] M: clouded your judgment! *You have a job to do*! I expect you on a plane this afternoon! James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir. M: Leave it to the Americans! It's their mess. Let them clear it up. James Bond: SIR! They're not going to DO ANYTHING! James Bond: [calms down] I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times. M: Oh SPARE ME this sentimental RUBBISH! He knew the risks. James Bond: And his WIFE? 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: [incensed] We're not a country club, 007! [pause] M: 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". Uncle, this is "Miss Kennedy," my "cousin." Q: Ah! We must be related. [kisses her]
[Bond heads for Pam's bedroom] James Bond: Good night, Q. Pam Bouvier: Sweet dreams, Mr. Bond. [closes the door on him] James Bond: [sighing] I hope you don't snore, Q.
[Sanchez and his men have caught Lupe in bed with another man] Franz Sanchez: [to Lupe] What did he promise you? His heart? [to Dario] Franz Sanchez: Give her his heart! [Dario pulls a knife] Lupe Lamora: [as the man is being removed] No. No Franz. I didn't mean any harm. Franz Sanchez: It's okay, baby. No te preocupes. We all make mistakes. [produces a whip] Franz Sanchez: Your escapades are getting more creative. Lupe Lamora: Por favor, Franz. Franz Sanchez: Not a word. [Sanchez whips her while Dario cuts out her lover's heart]
[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: Señor 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.
Ed Killifer: Freeze! Over by the trap door, old buddy. James Bond: Is this where you put your old buddy Felix? Ed Killifer: Not me. Chalk that one up to Sanchez and Krest.
[Bond sees that Sharkey has been killed] James Bond: You'd better find yourself a new lover! Lupe Lamora: Don't you men know any other way? James Bond: It's Sanchez's way! You seem to like it!
[Bond points a harpoon at the man who killed Sharkey] James Bond: Compliments of Sharkey! [shoots him]
James Bond: [Pam kisses Bond] Why don't you wait until you're asked? Pam Bouvier: Why don't you ask me? [kisses Bond again]
Heller: I can get the trucks out! But I don't think I can control the fire! Franz Sanchez: Forget the fire! Get some cars, we're gonna take the tankers with us! Truman-Lodge: Wait a minute! This setup cost us $32 million! We've got to try and save it! Franz Sanchez: I don't give a SHIT about the setup! We've got $500 million in the case, and 20 tonnes of Colombian pure IN THE TANKERS! Now GO HELP HELLER! Truman-Lodge: But we've got a deal with the Orientals. We've got their money. Franz Sanchez: I said GO HELP HELLER!
[a fork lift truck bursts through a wall with a Heller impaled on the forks] Pam Bouvier: Oh, God, it's Heller. James Bond: Yeah. Looks like he came to a dead end. [explosions are heard] James Bond: Come on!
[Sanchez is about to put Bond onto a conveyor leading to a cocaine grinder] Franz Sanchez: When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you.
[Pam is dressed in a white robe, making her look like an angel] Dario: [slowly looks at her] Ha! Ha! Ha! You're dead! Pam Bouvier: [raises a gun] You took the words right out of my mouth! [shoots him]
[Sanchez and Krest have just discovered a lot of money in Krest's pressure chamber] Milton Krest: That's not my money, I swear! Franz Sanchez: That's right, amigo. It's mine! Franz Sanchez: [grabs Krest] You think I'm stupid! HUH! You rip me off then use my own money to PAY someone to KILL ME? You want it so bad? Then TAKE IT! [kicks Krest into the pressure chamber]
[last lines] [Bond kisses Pam after jumping into a swimming pool after her] Pam Bouvier: Why don't you wait until you're asked? James Bond: So why don't you ask me?
[Sanchez has just blown up Milton Krest in a decompression chamber full of money, splattering blood all over it] Perez: What about the money, patron? Franz Sanchez: Launder it.
Truman-Lodge: [after two of the tanker trucks are destroyed] BRILLIANT! Well done, Franz! Another eighty-million dollar *write-off*! Sanchez: Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead. [shoots him]
[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: [menacingly] You earned it. You keep it, Old Buddy! [Throws the case at him, knocking him into the water] Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste. [Bond glares at Sharkey] Sharkey: Of money. [Bond stops glaring]
[first lines] AWACS radar operator: We have a mid-course deviation. Target heading 036, 126 miles, bearing 062, Havana VOR. Voice of DEA agent: He's landing at Cray Key. Advise Key West Drug Enforcement. AWACS radar operator: Roger, sir. AWACS to Key West. Key West Drug Enforcement, please come in. Voice of DEA agent: If they hurry, they just might be able to grab the bastard.
[Pam saves Bond from Dario, who is then violently decimated in a crushing machine] Pam Bouvier: Are you all right? James Bond: SWITCH THE BLOODY MACHINE OFF!
[after a gunfight with henchmen] Felix Leiter: [to Bond] Hey, observer! You trying to get yourself killed? James Bond: If I don't get you back in time for the wedding, I'm a dead man for sure!
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] Della Leiter: 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.
James Bond: [aiming the signiture gun at Sanchez's office window] Watch the birdy, you bastard.
Felix Leiter: Where's my wife? Dario: Don't worry. We gave her a nice Honeymooooon.
[after Bond has introduced Pam as his executive secretary Miss Kennedy] Pam Bouvier: It's *Ms. Kennedy*. And why can't you be *my* executive secretary? James Bond: We're south of the border. It's a man's world.
[their boat just died] Pam Bouvier: Out of Gas. I haven't heard that one in a long time. James Bond: Well, they must have hit the fuel line.
[Kwang and his Hong Kong agents have captured Bond] Kwang: Who would have a signature gun? Fallon: James Bond. [examines the gun] Fallon: This is the property of Her Majesty's Government. How did *you* get it? James Bond: Piss off! Kwang: Who ordered you to kill Sanchez? Fallon: No one! He's a rogue agent. I've got orders to bring him back one way or another. Kwang: We're Hong Kong Narcotics, you BASTARD! [grabs Bond] Kwang: Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years! [menacingly] Kwang: I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off! James Bond: [Sanchez' army is at the hideout] Get me out of these bloody things! Fallon: No, Commander. You're a loose cannon on deck. [prepares syringe] Fallon: I'm shipping you straight back to London. [Bond struggles until Sanchez' army attacks]
James Bond: Miss Kennedy would you get me a medium-dry Vodka Martini... Pam Bouvier: Why don't you ask... James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.
[Leiter sees the traitor cop] Felix Leiter: Killifer? Ed Killifer: Sorry, ol' buddy, but two mil's a helluva chunk o' dough.
Franz Sanchez: [after telling Krest to keep his mistress on his boat] Hey. No fooling around with my girl. Milton Krest: Are you kidding? After what you did to that guy in the Islands? Franz Sanchez: You liked my little Valentine, huh?
Hawkins: Local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night. Turned up 500 keys of Colombian pure, couple of stiffs, and a little bit of piece of what used to be Killifer. James Bond: Good. At least someone's on the case. Hawkins: You may be a pal of Leiter's, but I can only cover up so much. The DEA is screaming to know what happened. You know, we... we've got laws in this country, too. James Bond: Do you have a law against what they did to Leiter? [a couple of men arrive to escort Bond] Hawkins: Look... you're in over your head. This is where it ends, Commander.
Franz Sanchez: In this business, there's a lot of cash. And a lot of people with their hands out. Kwang: In a word... bribery. Franz Sanchez: Exactly. He took the words right out of my pocket.
President Hector Lopez: There has been a mistake with my cheque. Look at it! It's *half* the usual amount. Franz Sanchez: You were very quiet when I was arrested. Remember, you're only president... for life. [El Presidente takes the cheque and leaves]
[Sharkey asks about Felix] Sharkey: How is he? James Bond: His left leg's gone below the knee. But they might be able to save his arm. Rasmussen: You can bet it was a chainsaw. Colombians love to use them on informers. Hell, they sell more here than the state of Oregon. [Rasmussen leaves] Sharkey: Chainsaw my ass. I know a shark bite when I see one.
Felix Leiter: There's only one law down there. Sanchez's Law! Plomo o Plata. James Bond: [nodding] Lead or Silver.
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 a case] Q: 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. James Bond: I could do with some plastic.
[Repeated line] Professor Joe Butcher: Bless your heart!
[Felix is being lowered into a pool full of sharks] Franz Sanchez: I just want you to know that this is nothing personal. It's purely business. Felix Leiter: Killing me won't stop anything, Sanchez! Franz Sanchez: There are worse things than dying, hombre. [Lowers him into the shark pit] Felix Leiter: See you in hell! Franz Sanchez: No, no. Today is the first day of the rest of your life!
Pam Bouvier: [Mocking Lupe Lamora] I love James so much. [Normal voice] Pam Bouvier: I'll be damned if I help him. Q: Look... Don't judge him too harshly, my dear. Field operatives much often use every means that their disposal to achieve their objectives. Pam Bouvier: Bullshit!
[Heller takes an arsenal case, only to be caught by a suspicious Sanchez] Heller: Hey. I was making sure these were secure. Sanchez: It's a good idea. Take them up to my car. Heller: Of course.
[a couple of divers arrive with Sharky's corpse] Milton Krest: Nice work, Clive. Clive: Thanks, Mr. Krest. Guest what? His name was Sharkey.
James Bond: Bond, James Bond
Franz Sanchez: Drug dealers of the world, unite!
Hawkins: [after checking an airplane] No Sanchez. Felix Leiter: Damn!
[James Bond reluctantly takes Della's garter] Della Leiter: Did I say something wrong? Felix Leiter: He was married once. But it was a long time ago.