The Best Silva Quotes

Raoul: Do you see what comes of all this running around, Mr. Bond? All this jumping and fighting, it's exhausting! Relax. You need to relax... Ah well, mother's calling. I will give her a good-bye kiss for you.

Raoul: [Silva goes to the desk, accessing Bond's debriefing results from his computer] Medical evaluation: fail. Physical evaluation: fail. Psychological evaluation, alcohol and substance addiction indicated. Ooh! Pathological rejection of authority based on unresolved childhood trauma.
[glances to Bond then back to the computer]
Raoul: Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension for service advised.
[rises from the desk, going to Bond]
Raoul: What is this if not betrayal? She sent you off to me, knowing you're not ready, knowing you're likely die. Mommy was very bad.

[as Bond is tied to a chair, an elevator lowers in front of him, and Silva appears and walks toward him]
Raoul: Hello, James. Welcome. Do you like the island? My grandmother had an island. Nothing to boast of. You could walk around it in an hour, but still it was, it was a paradise for us. One summer, we went for a visit and discovered the place had been infested with rats! They'd come on a fishing boat and gorged themselves on coconut. So how do you get rats off an island? Hmm? My grandmother showed me. We buried an oil drum and hinged the lid. Then we wired coconut to the lid as bait and the rats would come for the coconut, and...
[imitates metallic scuttering]
Raoul: They would fall into the drum. And after a month, you have trapped all the rats, but what do you do then? Throw the drum into the ocean? Burn it? No. You just leave it and they begin to get hungry. And one by one...
[mimics rat munching sound]
Raoul: They start eating each other, until there are only two left. The two survivors. And then what? Do you kill them? No. You take them and release them into the trees, but now they don't eat coconut anymore. Now, they only eat rat. You have changed their nature. The two survivors. This is what she made us.

James: [dodging an explosion] Was that for me?
Raoul: [laughing] No, but that is.
[a subway train crashes after Bond]

Raoul: No remorse. Just as I had imagined.
M: Regret is unprofessional.
Raoul: "Regret is unprofessional?" They kept me for five months in a room with no air. They tortured me and I protected your secrets. I protected you. But they made me suffer and suffer and suffer. You betrayed me. So, I had only one thing left. My cyanide capsule in my back left molar. You remember, right? So, I broke the tooth and bit into the capsule. It... burned all my insides, but I didn't die. Life clung to me like a disease. And then I understood why I had survived. I needed to look in your eyes one last time.

Raoul: Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.
James: Don't forget my pathetic love of country.

Raoul: If you wanted, you could pick your own secret missions. As I do. Name it, name it. Destabilize a multinational by manipulating stocks. Bip. Easy. Interrupt transmissions from a spy satellite over Kabul... done. Hmm. Rig an election in Uganda. All to the highest bidder.
James: Or a gas explosion in London.
Raoul: Mm-hm. Just point and click.
James: Well, everybody needs a hobby.
Raoul: So what's yours?
James: Resurrection.

Q: Oh, no. Can someone tell me how he got into our system?
Raoul: [program from his computer] Not such a clever boy.
Q: Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. He hacked us.

[from trailer]
Raoul: She sent you after me, knowing you're not ready, knowing you would likely die. Mommy was very bad.

Raoul: [Silva unbuttons Bond's shirt and peels back the shirt to expose the scar tissue where Bond removed the bullet] Ooh! See what she's done to you.
James: [suspicious] Well, she never tied me to a chair.
Raoul: Her loss.
[Silva begins caressing Bond's neck]
James: Are you sure this is about M?
Raoul: It's about her... and you, and me. You see, we are the last two rats. We can either eat each other... mmm... or eat everyone else.
[Silva strokes Bond's neck]
Raoul: How you're trying to remember your training now.
[Silva smiles]
Raoul: What's the regulation to cover this?
[Silva strokes both of Bond's upper legs]
Raoul: Well, first time for everything.
[Bond smiles]
Raoul: Yes?
James: What makes you think this is my first time?
Raoul: [sits back] Oh, Mr Bond. All the physical stuff - so dull, so dull.