James Bond quotes from From Russia with Love (1963)

Keep still. Alright, now get up on your knees. Put your hands in your pockets. [Bond does so] Keep 'em there.

James Bond

Red wine, with fish. Well, that should have told me something.

You may know the right wines... but you're the one on your knees. How does it feel, old man?

James Bond

"Old man?" Is that what you chaps in S.M.E.R.S.H. call each other?

S.M.E.R.S.H?

James Bond

... Of course. S.P.E.C.T.R.E. [Pause] Then it wasn't a Russian show at all. You've been playing us all against each other, haven't you? Then it was S.P.E.C.T.R.E. who killed the Russian agent in the mosque. [Grant smirks] You?

Mm-hm.

James Bond

Kerim, and the other man?

Mm-hm.

James Bond

And Nash?

Oh, I don't mind talking. I get a kick out of watching the great James Bond find out what a bloody fool he's been making of himself. [Keeping Bond covered, he pulls Bond's gun out of his pocket and screws a suppressor onto the barrel] We're pros, Mr. Bond. We sweated your recognition code out of one of your men in Tokyo, before he died. Since then, I've been keeping tabs on you. I've been your guardian angel. Saved your life at the gypsy camp.

James Bond

Ah, yes. I am much obliged.

We needed you alive until you could get us the L.E.K.T.O.R.

James Bond

So you had me deliver it on a plate. [Nods] That's brilliant. Go on, I'm fascinated.

Now that we have it, you and the girl are expendable... between here, and Trieste. Keeping Bond covered with the silenced gun, he puts his own gun away]

James Bond

... The girl? Isn't she working for S.P.E.C.T.R.E., too?

No. She thinks she's doing it all for Mother Russia. She takes her orders from Colonel Klebb.

James Bond

But Rosa Klebb's Russian- Head of Operations for S.M.E.R.S.H.

Was. Klebb works for S.P.E.C.T.R.E. now. The girl doesn't know that.

James Bond

...Well, then why kill her?

Orders. [Pulls a small roll of film from his pocket, smirking] That's only half of it, old man. Here's a roll of film. She'll have it in her handbag. [Tosses it on the floor and pulls a letter from his pocket] And on you, they'll find this letter. It's from her, threatening to give the film to the press unless you marry her for helping you get the L.E.K.T.O.R.

James Bond

What film?

Taken in the bridal suite of your hotel. Something else the girl didn't know about...or you. (snickers)

James Bond

It must be a pretty sick collection of minds to dream up a plan like that.

Do you see the headlines? "British Agent Murders Beautiful Russian Spy, then Commits Suicide."

James Bond

Tell me- which lunatic asylum did they get you out of?

Don't make it tougher on yourself. [He backhands Bond hard across the face] My orders are to kill you and deliver the L.E.K.T.O.R. How I do it's my business. It'll be slow and painful.

James Bond

How much are they paying you?

What's it to you?

James Bond

We'll double it.

Your "word of honor, as an English Gentleman?" [Glances at his pistol and smirks] The first one won't kill you...nor the second. Not even the third. [Snarling] Not 'til you crawl over here, and you kiss my foot!

James Bond

...How about a cigarette?

Not a chance.

James Bond

I'll pay for it.

...What with?

James Bond

Fifty gold sovereigns.

...Where are they?

James Bond

Up there, in my case.

You show me. [Bond opens the case but angles it so that Grant can't see him turning the catches horizontally]

James Bond

All right, how about that cigarette?

Throw 'em down there. [Bond drops the coins by Grant's feet] More in the other case?

James Bond

I should imagine so; it's a standard kit. [Pushes his case aside and reaches quickly for Nash's case] I'll have a look.

Put your hands back in your pockets. [Bond does so, looking defeated] Keep 'em there.
[keeping his gun on Bond, Grant grabs Nash's case and pops open the catches. Because he didn't turn them horizontally first, a tear-gas cartridge inside the case explodes in his face, disorienting him. Bond lunges forward and pins him to the wall. As they struggle, Grant fires, shooting out the main light in the compartment and shattering the train window; Bond finally judo-chops the gun out of his hand. The two men engage in a brutal fistfight; initially Bond has the upper hand due to the gas, but Grant's durability and stamina gradually wear him down. Grant eventually pins his arm, then extends the garrote wire in his wristwatch and wraps it around Bond's neck, trying to strangle him. Bond frantically presses the secret switch on his case that releases a throwing knife; after several tries, he finally gets it, and stabs Grant in the arm. Grant lets go with a howl of pain. Bond turns on him, wraps his own garrote wire around his neck, and throttles him to death. Bond starts to walk away, then turns back and retrieves Grant's gun]

James Bond

You won't be needing this... "old man".

Tatiana Romanova

Horrible, horrible woman.

James Bond

Yes, she had her kicks.