Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
James Bond: No, don't worry. You're not my type.
Vesper Lynd: Smart?
James Bond: Single.
James Bond: Vesper? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.
Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
Le Chiffre: No, I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
James Bond: Do I look like I give a damn?
James Bond: Dry Martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
James Bond: Wait... three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.
Bartender: Yes, sir.
Tomelli: You know, I'll have one of those.
Infante: So will I.
Bartender: Certainly.
Felix Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well, keep the fruit.
Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it? Hm? Anyone want to play poker now?
Felix Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.
M: If you do need time, James...
James Bond: Why would I need time? The job is done. The bitch is dead.
James Bond: Why is it that people who always give advice never insist on taking it?
[last lines]
James Bond: The name's Bond... James Bond.
Vesper Lynd: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known.
James Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...
Vesper Lynd: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism!
Mathis: You don't have to be alive to be helpful.
James Bond: I think I'll call it a Vesper.
Vesper Lynd: Why, because it leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth?
James Bond: No because once you've tasted it, you won't want anything else.
Vesper Lynd: How was your lamb?
James Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.