Scarra [raising a glass]: To Death!
Bond [before opening fire]: Bottoms up.

[In response to Bond's minimalist apartment.]
Moneypenny: Have you just moved in?
Bond: No.
Moneypenny: Well I like what you've done with the place.

M [Judi Dench]: I need you to do something for me, 007. Find a man called Marco Scarra. Kill him, and don't miss the funeral.

Bond: I heard a name in Mexico: the Pale King.
Moneypenny: You want me to be your mole.
Bond: Yes.
Moneypenny: And what makes you think you can trust me?
Bond: Instinct.

Tanner: Q wasn't exactly feeling at home in Whitehall given the current merger, so he set up shop here, away from prying eyes.

Q: You may feel a small...
Bond: Christ!
Q: ...prick.

Q [Handing Bond a watch]: You can have this.
Bond: Does it do anything?
Q: It tells the time. Might help with your punctuality issues.

Bond: Q, now you know exactly where I am, all of the time, can you do me a favour?
Q: What do you have in mind exactly?
Bond: Make me disappear.
Q: May I remind you I answer directly to M, and have a mortgage to pay, and two cats to feed.

M: It's not your birthday, is it?
Moneypenny: No...
M: Oh, good. [Leaves.]
Moneypenny: ...that was last week.

Bond: I am sorry for your loss.
Lucia: You knew my husband?
Bond: All too briefly.
Lucia: What do you do?
Bond: Life insurance.

Lucia: All you buy me is five minutes.
Bond: Excellent. Time for a drink.

Lucia: If you don't leave now, we'll die together.
Bond: I can think of worse ways to go.
Lucia: Then you're obviously crazy, Mr...
Bond: Bond, James Bond.

Bond: Buona fortuna, Donna Lucia.

Oberhauser: Welcome, James. It's been a long time but finally here we are. What took you so long? Cuckoo!

Moneypenny: It's call life. You should try it some time.

Bond: Come on Q, give me something.... [Spotting the ejector seat] Okay, here goes nothing.

C: Together we are a global power...
M [quietly, to Tanner]: An unelected one.

Bond: It wasn't MI6, it was Rome. Your team, not mine.

Mr. White: You're a kite dancing in a hurricane, Mr. Bond. So long!

M: A licence to kill is also a licence not to kill.

Madeleine: Do you drink?
Bond: Too much.

Madeleine: What is your occupation?
Bond: Well that's not the sort of thing that looks good on a form.

Bond: Vodka martini, shaken not stirred.
Bartender: I'm sorry we don't serve alcohol here.

Q: I really, really hate you right now.
Bond: Thank you, Q.

Madeleine: Why should I trust you?
Bond: Because, right now, Dr. Swann, I am you best chance of staying alive.

Bond: This organisation, do you know what it's called?
Q: No.
Madeleine: Spectre. It's name is Spectre.

Bond [to Madeleine of her father]: The man I met should have been dead weeks ago, the only reason his heart was still beating was you.

Madeleine: Come anywhere near me and I'll kill you.
Bond: I don't doubt it.

Madeleine: Two Jameses, lucky me.

Bond [to the rat]: Who are you working for?

Madeleine: I'm coming with you. Bond: No you're not. I like you alive.

C: It's not personal, its the future, and... you're not.
M: You're a cocky little bastard aren't you?

Madeleine: You shouldn't stare. Bond: Well, you shouldn't look like that.

Madeleine: Why, given every other possible option, does a man choose the life of a paid assassin? Bond: Well, it was that or the priesthood.

Hinx [first and last words]: Shit.

Madeleine [after dispatching with Hinx]: What do we do now?

Oberhauser: The Kartenhoff, the oldest in human possession. The very meteorite which made this crater. Think about it: so many years up there, alone, silent, building momentum until it chose to make its mark on Earth. A huge unstoppable force.
Bond: Except it did stop, didn't it? Right here.

Madeleine: What is this place?
Oberhauser: Information.

Bond: I came here to kill you.
Oberhauser: I thought you came here to die.
Bond: Well, it's a matter of perspective.

M: It's the fate of glass to break; well maybe its the fate of spies to just disappear.

Bond: Visionaries; psychiatric wards are full of them.

Oberhauser: It was me, James.... The author of all your pain.

Oberhauser: The things that bring people together. Out of horror, beauty.

Oberhauser: This brief moment, between life and death, there was nobody inside his skull. Most odd.

Oberhauser: You know what happens when a cuckoo hatches inside another bird's nest?
Madeleine: Yes, it forces the other eggs out.

Oberhauser: Franz Oberhauser died twenty years ago, James. In an avalanche alongside his father. The man you're talking to now, the man inside your head, is Ernst Stavro Blofeld.

Madeleine [to Bond]: I love you.
Oberhauser: Do those blue eyes still recognise you?
Bond: I'd recognise you [Madeleine] anywhere.

Madeleine: I can't go back to this life and I can't ask you to change.
Bond: You're saying goodbye.

M: Not a good feeling being watched, is it?
C: Don't tell me you're responsible for this.
M: No, but my quartermaster is and he's extremely talented.
C: Oh, bravo. But in case you hadn't realised it, you two are out of a job so you're trespassing.
M: I'm afraid you've got the wrong end of the stick, Max. We're going to stop this system going online, and then I'm going to bring you in.
C: On what grounds, exactly?
M: Poor taste in friends.

C: Take a look at the world: chaos. Because people like you, paper-pushers and politicians, are too spineless to do what needs to be done, I made an alliance to put the power where it should be, and now you want to throw it away for the sake of democracy, whatever the hell that is. How predictably moronic. But then isn't that what 'M' stands for: 'moron'?
M: And now we know what 'C' stands for: 'careless'.

Bond: You're a hard man to kill, Blofeld. Ouch, I do hope that doesn't hurt to much. Oberhauser: My wounds will heal, what about yours?

C: Why can't you just face it, M? You don't matter any more.
M: Maybe I don't, but something has to.

Bond: Do you trust me? Madeleine: Do I have a choice?