50 Best GoldenEye Quotes

Anna: He wouldn't know a woman if one came up and sat on his head.

Alec: You're late, 007.
James: I had to stop in the bathroom.
Alec: Ready to save the world again?
James: After you, 006.
Alec: James, for England.
James: For England, Alec.

James: Vodka martini - shaken, not stirred. And for you?
Xenia: The same.
James: How do you take it?
Xenia: Straight up - with a twist.

[repeated line]
Boris: I am invincible!

Alec: [grabs a machine gun that's on the ground but Bond puts his foot on it first] Why can't you just be a good boy and die?
James: You first.
[looks at Xenia]
James: You, second. UP!

Valentin: James Bond. Charming, sophisticated secret agent. Shaken, but not stirred.
[Zukovsky and his men laugh]
James: I see you haven't lost your delicate sense of humour, Valentin.
[nods toward the stage]
James: Or your need for an audience. Who's strangling the cat?
Valentin: [looks towards the stage] Strangling a cat?
[Zukovsky looks over at Irina, who singing out of tune, then takes out his gun and shoots right between Bond's legs]
Valentin: That is Irina, my mistress.
James: Very talented girl. Tell her to go.
[Zukovsky looks to the stage]
Valentin: Irina, take a hike!

James: [referring to Onatopp] She always did enjoy a good squeeze.

Caroline: I enjoy a spirited ride as much as the next girl, but...
[a woman, Xenia Onatopp, pulls up alongside and smiles]
Caroline: Who's that?
James: The next girl.

Natalya: Do you destroy every vehicle you get into?
James: Standard operating procedure. Boys with toys.

Alec: We're both orphans, James. But while your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads. My father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame. MI6 figured I was too young to remember. And in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
James: Hence Janus. The two-faced Roman god come to life.
Alec: It wasn't God who gave me this face! It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
James: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Alec: No. You were supposed to die for me.
[pause]
Alec: And, by the way, I did think about asking you to join my little scheme but somehow I knew, 007's loyalty was always to the mission, never to his friend.
[louder]
Alec: Closing time, James! Last call.
[Bond raises his gun to kill Alec but is tranquilized by a sniper]
Alec: [walks towards Bond and looks down on him] For England, James.

Xenia: [whistles] Shh. I have a small surprise from your friends back at the barracks.
Helicopter: I think I've gone to heaven.
Xenia: Not yet.
[She shoots him]

Jack: Jack Wade, CIA.
James: James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.

Alec: [hanging from his foot held by Bond's hands] For England, James?
James: No. For me.
[lets Trevelyan go]

James: Alec?
Alec: Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?

James: Are these pictures live?
M: Unlike the American government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.

M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts.
James: The thought had occurred to me.
M: Good, because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish charms, though wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.
James: Point taken.

[Q appears, wheelchair-bound with his leg in a cast]
James: Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
[Q's leg "cast" fires a rocket across the room]
Q: Hunting!

Xenia: Thank you, Mister...
James: The name's Bond. James Bond.
Xenia: Xenia Sergeyevna Onatopp.
James: Onatopp?
Xenia: Onatopp.

James: [while talking about the incident at Savernaya] They're not just criminals Valentin, they're traitors.
Valentin: Well, what do you expect from a Lienz Cossack?
James: What?
Valentin: This Janus, I've never met the man, but I know that he is a Lienz Cossack.
James: Group that worked for the Nazis against the Russians. Second World War.
Valentin: You know your history, Mr. Bond. At the end of the war, they surrendered to the British, thinking they would help in waging war against the Communists. But, the British betrayed them, sent them back to Stalin, who promptly had them all shot. Women, children, entire families.
James: Not exactly our finest hour.
Valentin: Still, ruthless people. They got what they deserved.

Alec: [arms the Goldeneye to fire at London] God save the Queen.

James: Banco. It appears we share the same passions: three, anyway.
Xenia: I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat.
[James reveals a losing hand]
Xenia: I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
James: One rises to meet a challenge.

James: It's too easy.
Alec: Half of everything is luck, James.
James: And the other half?
[alarms begin to go off]
Alec: Fate!

Caroline: I know what you're doing.
James: Really? What's that, dear?
Caroline: You are just trying to show off the size of your... your um...
James: Engine?
Caroline: Ego.

James: In London, April's a spring month.
Jack: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it.

Alec: James... what an unpleasant surprise.
James: We aim to please.

Xenia: This time, Mr. Bond, the pleasure will be all mine.

James: Hmm, never seen you after hours, Moneypenny... lovely.
Miss: Thank you, James.
James: Out on some kind of fashion assignment, dressing to kill?
Miss: I know you'll find this crushing, 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentlemen. We went to the theater together.
James: Moneypenny, I'm devastated.

Q: A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse, another three disarms it.
[Bond takes the pen, clicks three times]
James: How long did you say the fuse was?
[Q takes the pen back and disarms it]
Q: Oh grow up, 007.
James: They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
Q: Thanks to me they were right!

Bill: Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it...
[M walks in]
M: You were saying?
Bill: No, no, I was just... just um...
M: Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.

Xenia: You don't need the gun, Commander.
James: Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.

[Q has blown up a dummy with an explosive pen]
Q: Don't say it...
James: The writing is on the wall.
Q: Along with the rest of him.

Caroline: James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast?
James: More often than you'd think.

Miss: M authorizes you to observe Miss Onatopp but stipulates *no* contact without prior approval. End transmission, Moneypenny. Good night, James. I trust you'll stay - Onatopp of things.

Miss: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
James: Really. What's the penalty for that?
Miss: Someday, you'll have to make good on your innuendos.

[Bond picks up a sandwich roll, studying it like a gadget]
Q: Don't touch that! It's my lunch!

Natalya: On the train, when you told him to kill me, and that I meant nothing to you, did you mean it?
James: Yes. Basic rule: always call their bluff.

Natalya: He was a friend, Trevelyan?
James: Yes.
Natalya: Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?
James: In a word, yes.
Natalya: Unless he kills you first?
James: Natalya...
Natalya: You think I'm impressed? All of you with your guns, your killing, your death. For what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. How can you act like this? How can you be so cold?
James: It's what keeps me alive.
Natalya: No. It's what keeps you alone.

Valentin: [as Bond points a gun to his head] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimeter. Only three men I know use such a gun. I believe I've killed two of them.
James: Lucky me.
[a gun is pointed at the back of Bond's head]
Valentin: I think not.

[Ourumov's car has just entered a crowded marketplace]
General: Use the bumper! That's what it's for!

M: [to Bond] If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. I have no compunction about sending you to your death. But, I won't do it on a whim. Even with your cavalier attitude towards life.

General: This is General Ourumov. Come out with your hands above your head.
James: How original.

Xenia: Enjoy it while it lasts.
James: The very words I live by.

Alec: In 16 minutes and 43 sec - in 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will reenter the stone age.
James: A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, 50 years on.
Alec: Oh, please James, spare me the Freud. I might as well ask you for the vodka martinis that have silenced the screams of all the men you've killed... or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women, for all the dead ones you failed to protect.

Valentin: He wants *me* to do him a favor! My knee aches every single day! Twice as bad when it is cold. Do you have any idea how long the winter lasts in this country? Tell him, Dmitri.
Bodyguard: Well, it depends...
Valentin: SILENCE!

[Bond and Natalya are trying to escape from the train when Trevelyan talks to them on the loudspeaker]
Alec: Good luck with the floor James. I've set the timers for six minutes, the same six minutes you gave me. It was the least I could do for a "friend".
[snickers]
Natalya: What does he mean?
James: We've got three minutes.

Alec: Bond is alive?
General: He escaped.
Alec: Good for Bond. Bad for you.

Alec: See you in hell, James.

James: Who is the competition?
Jack: Ah, an ex-KGB guy. Tough mother. Got a limp in his right leg. Name's Zukovsky.
James: Valentin Dmitrovitch Zukovsky?
Jack: Yeah, you know him?
James: I gave him the limp.

Jack: [Talking about Natalya] Did you check her out?
James: Head to toe.

Dimitri: Good morning, Mr. Bond. Sit. I'm Defense Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
James: What, no small-talk? No chit-chat? That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. It's a lost art.
Dimitri: Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?
James: I assumed you had it.
Dimitri: I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...
James: ...or at least that's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.
Dimitri: Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?
James: WHO HAD THE AUTHORIZATION CODES?
Dimitri: RUSSIA MAY HAVE CHANGED BUT THE PENALTY FOR TERRORISM IS STILL DEATH!
James: AND WHAT'S THE PENALTY FOR TREASON?
Natalya: Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like boys with toys!