James Bond: Both hands on the wheel, Mr. Jones, I’m a very nervous passenger.
James Bond: I admire your courage, Miss…?
Sylvia Trench: Trench. Sylvia Trench. I admire your luck, Mr…?
James Bond: Bond. James Bond.
James Bond: That’s a Smith & Wesson, and you’ve had your six.
James Bond: Moneypenny! What gives?
Miss Moneypenny: Me, given an ounce of encouragement. You’ve never taken me to dinner looking like this. You’ve never taken me to dinner, period.
James Bond: I would, you know. Only I would be court-martialed for tampering with government property.
Miss Moneypenny: Flattery will get you nowhere… but don’t stop trying.
Miss Taro: What should I say to an invitation from a strange gentleman?
James Bond: You should say yes.
Miss Taro: I should say maybe.
Dr. No: I’m a member of SPECTRE.
James Bond: SPECTRE?
Dr. No: SPECTRE. Special Executive for Counter Intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge, Extortion. The four great cornerstones of power headed by the greatest brains in the world.
James Bond: Correction. Criminal brains!
Dr. No: The successful criminal brain is always superior. It has to be!
James Bond: Good evening, sir.
M: It happens to be 3 a.m. When do you sleep, 007?
James Bond: Never on the firm’s time, sir.
Dr. No: I had even hoped that there would be a position for you in our organization.
James Bond: I’m honored. Of course, I’d prefer the Revenge department. My first job would be to find out who killed Strangways and Quarrel.
Honey Ryder: I put a black widow spider underneath his mosquito net… a female, they’re the worst. It took him a whole week to die. Did I do wrong?
James Bond: Well, it wouldn’t do to make a habit of it.
James Bond: The name’s Bond, James Bond.
Dr. No: One million dollars, Mr. Bond. You were wondering what it cost.
James Bond: As a matter of fact, I was.
Dr. No: East, West, just points of the compass, each as stupid as the other.
Dr. No: The Americans are fools. I offered my services, they refused. So did the East. Now they can both pay for their mistake.
James Bond: World domination. The same old dream. Our asylums are full of people who think they’re Naploeon. Or God.