Skyfall Quotes

Doctor Hall: [Bond enters the interrogation room to take his psychological test, looking toward the one way mirror. M and Mallory stand on the other side with Tanner] I'd like to start with some simple word associations. Just tell me the first word that pops into your head. For example, I say, "Day" and you might say...

James Bond: Wasted.

Doctor Hall: [sighs] All right.

[pause]

Doctor Hall: Gun.

James Bond: Shot.

Doctor Hall: Agent.

James Bond: Provocateur.

Doctor Hall: Woman?

James Bond: Provocatrix.

Doctor Hall: Heart.

James Bond: Target.

Doctor Hall: Bird.

James Bond: Sky.

Doctor Hall: M.

James Bond: Bitch.

[M sighs from the other side of the interrogation room]

Doctor Hall: Sunlight

James Bond: Swim

Doctor Hall: Moon

James Bond: Dance

Doctor Hall: Murder.

James Bond: Employment.

Doctor Hall: Country.

James Bond: England.

Doctor Hall: Skyfall.

[Bond suddenly pauses]

Doctor Hall: Skyfall.

[Continued pause]

Doctor Hall: Done.

[Bond walks out - looking coldly through the one-way mirror]

Gareth Mallory: Hmm, this is going well

[he leaves, M sighs again]

[from trailer]

Q: The Walther PPK/S nine-millimeter short. It's been coded to your palmprint so only you can fire it. Less of a random killing machine, more of a personal statement.

[from trailer]

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

[from trailer]

Raoul Silva: The two survivors. This is what she made us.

[from trailer]

James Bond: Everyone needs a hobby...

Raoul Silva: So what's yours?

James Bond: Resurrection.

[M arrives at her home and prepares a drink when she suddenly hears the sound of glass clanging from behind her. She sees a silhouette of Bond near the window]

M: Where the hell have you been?

James Bond: Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.

Sévérine: Would you mind if I ask you a business question?

James Bond: Depends on the question.

Sévérine: It has to do with - death.

James Bond: A subject in which you're well-versed.

Sévérine: And how would you know that?

James Bond: Only a certain kind of woman wears a backless dress with a Beretta 70 strapped to her thigh.

Sévérine: One can never be too careful when handsome men in tuxedos carry Walthers.

Sévérine: How much do you know about fear?

James Bond: All there is.

Sévérine: Not like this. Not like him.

[from trailer]

M: [Writing Bond's obituary] What do you say about a man like that?

Q: It always makes me feel a bit melancholy. Grand old war ship. being ignominiously haunted away to scrap... The inevitability of time, don't you think? What do you see?

James Bond: A bloody big ship. Excuse me.

Q: 007. I'm your new Quartermaster.

James Bond: You must be joking.

Q: Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?

James Bond: Because you still have spots.

Q: My complexion is hardly relevant.

James Bond: Your competence is.

Q: Age is no guarantee of efficiency.

James Bond: And youth is no guarantee of innovation.

Q: Well, I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.

James Bond: Oh, so why do you need me?

Q: Every now and then a trigger has to be pulled.

James Bond: Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pajamas. Q.

Q: 007.

[Bond opens a garage door to reveal his Aston Martin DB5]

M: Oh, and I suppose that's completely inconspicuous.

James Bond: Get in.

M: 007, what the hell are you doing? Are you kidnapping me?

James Bond: That would be one way of looking at it.

James Bond: A gun and a radio. It's not exactly Christmas, is it?

Q: Were you expecting an exploding pen? We don't really go in for that anymore.

M: I know I can't have this job forever, but I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the department in worse shape than I found it.

Gareth Mallory: M, you've had a great run. You should leave with dignity.

M: Oh, to hell with dignity. I'll leave when the job's done.

Raoul Silva: No remorse. Just as I had imagined.

M: Regret is unprofessional.

Raoul Silva: "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.

[Bond and M drive off in the Aston Martin DB5]

M: It's not very comfortable, is it?

James Bond: [Flips up the shift knob cap to reveal the ejector seat button underneath] Are you gonna complain all the way?

M: Oh, go on, then, eject me. See if I care.

[Bond reconsiders the thought and closes the shift knob while driving]

M: I suppose it's too late to make a run for it?

James Bond: Well, I'm game if you are.

Q: I'm guessing this is not official.

James Bond: Not even remotely.

Q: So much for my promising career in espionage.

James Bond: [dodging an explosion] Was that for me?

Raoul Silva: [laughing] No, but that is.

[a subway train crashes after Bond]

M: I fucked this up, didn't I?

James Bond: No. You did your job.

James Bond: [about getting shot] In your defense, a moving target is harder to hit.

Eve: Then you'd better keep moving.

[Bond stares at the porcelain bulldog statue on M's desk]

James Bond: The whole office goes up in smoke and that bloody thing survives.

M: Your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated, 007.

Kincade: So who is it we're supposed to be fighting?

James Bond: No "we" in it. Kincade. This is not your fight.

Kincade: Try and stop me, you jumped-up little shit.

[as Bond is tied to a chair, an elevator lowers in front of him, and Silva appears and walks toward him]

Raoul Silva: 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 Silva: 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 Silva: 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.

[Bond runs and jumps on the end of the train, hanging on the door as the female conductor looks at him in confusion]

James Bond: Open the door, please!

[Conductor still stares at him]

James Bond: Open the door!

[Conductor finally opens the door before Bond walks in]

James Bond: Health and Safety. Carry on.

James Bond: [to Sévérine when they are in the shower together] I like you better without your Beretta.

Sévérine: I feel naked without it.

James Bond: [after a scene with heavy shooting] Are you hurt?

M: Only my pride is hurt.

Q: There are only about six people in the world who could set up fail-safes like this.

James Bond: Can you get past them?

Q: I invented them.

Raoul Silva: You know what it does to you, hydrogen cyanide?

[prises out his upper jaw to show M]

Raoul Silva: [on seeing that M is wounded] You're hurt. You're hurt! What have they done to you? What have they done to you?

[puts his gun in her hand]

Raoul Silva: Free us both. With the same bullet. Only you can do it. Do it! Do it!

[first lines]

James Bond: [Speaking on a blue tooth device] Ronson's down. He needs a medical evac.

M: Where is it? Is it there?

James Bond: Hard drives gone.

M: You sure?

James Bond: It's gone. Give me a minute.

M: They must have it! Get after them!

James Bond: I'm stabilizing Ronson.

M: We don't have the time!

James Bond: I have to stop the bleeding!

M: Leave him!

M: [last line before opening credits] Take the bloody shot!

Eve: Agent down.

[repeated line]

Raoul Silva: Think on your sins.

James Bond: What was it you said? "Take the bloody shot."

M: I made a judgment call.

James Bond: You should have trusted me to finish the job.

M: It was a possibility of losing you or the certainty of losing all those other agents. I made the only decision I could and you know it.

James Bond: I think you lost your nerve.

M: What are you expecting, a bloody apology? You know the rules of the game. You've been playing it long enough. We both have.

James Bond: Maybe too long.

M: Speak for yourself.

Eve: [watches Bond shave] Cut-throat razor. How very traditional.

James Bond: Well, I like to do some things the old-fashioned way.

Eve: Sometimes the old ways are the best.

Eve: You know, Mallory's not as bad as you think.

James Bond: He's a bureaucrat.

Eve: You should do your homework. Gareth Mallory was a Lieutenant Colonel...

James Bond: Lieutenant Colonel in Northern Ireland. Hereford Regiment. Spent three months at the hands of the IRA.

Eve: So there's more to him than meets the eye.

James Bond: [fighting Patrice] Who's got the list? Tell me! Who are you working for?

[Patrice slips from Bond's hand and plummets to his death]

Gareth Mallory: The opposition has taken the position that we're a bunch of antiquated bloody idiots fighting a war we don't understand and can't possibly win.

M: Look, three of my agents are dead already, don't you involve me in politics now...

Gareth Mallory: The Prime Minister has ordered an inquiry. You're expected to attend.

M: Attend in stocks at midday? Who's old-fashioned now?

Gareth Mallory: For Christ's sake, listen to yourself! We're a democracy, and we're responsible to the people we're supposed to defend! We can't keep fighting in the shadows, there are no more shadows!

M: You don't get this, do you? Whoever's behind this, whoever's doing this, he knows us! He's one of us! He comes from the same place as Bond, a place you say doesn't exist: the shadows!

M: Mr. Silva, you're going to be transferred to Belmarsh Prison, where you will be remanded in custody, until the Crown Prosecution Service deem you fit to stand trial...

Raoul Silva: Say my name. Say it! My real name. I know you remember it.

M: Your name is on a memorial wall of the very building you attacked. I will have it struck off. Soon your past will be as nonexistent as your future. I'll never see you again.

Q: Why are the doors opening?

[Bond runs]

Q: Oh, no. Can someone tell me how he got into our system?

Raoul Silva: [program from his computer] Not such a clever boy.

Q: Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit. He hacked us.

[Bond is gifted the porcelain bulldog]

Eve: I think she was encouraging you to take a desk job.

James Bond: Just the opposite.

Raoul Silva: [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 Silva: Subject is not approved for field duty and immediate suspension for service advised.

[rises from the desk, going to Bond]

Raoul Silva: 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.

Raoul Silva: [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 Bond: [suspicious] Well, she never tied me to a chair.

Raoul Silva: Her loss.

[Silva begins caressing Bond's neck]

James Bond: Are you sure this is about M?

Raoul Silva: 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 Silva: How you're trying to remember your training now.

[Silva smiles]

Raoul Silva: What's the regulation to cover this?

[Silva strokes both of Bond's upper legs]

Raoul Silva: Well, first time for everything.

[Bond smiles]

Raoul Silva: Yes?

James Bond: What makes you think this is my first time?

Raoul Silva: [sits back] Oh, Mr Bond. All the physical stuff - so dull, so dull.

[At Q's lab, Q and Tanner try to create a false trail for Silva to follow]

Q: It's a fine line. If the breadcrumb's too small, then he might miss it. Too big, and Silva will smell a rat.

Tanner: Yes, but you'd think even Silva will be able to spot that.

Q: He's the only one who could.

[Tanner turns and sees Mallory standing behind them]

Tanner: Sir.

Q: Oh.

Gareth Mallory: What are you doing?

Q: We're just... monitoring.

Gareth Mallory: Creating a false tracking signal for Silva to follow.

Tanner: Well, sir, um...

Q: Well, no...

Gareth Mallory: Excellent thinking, get him isolated. Send him on the A9. It's a direct route. You can monitor his progress more accurately and confirm it with the traffic cameras.

Q: But, uh... what if PM finds out?

Gareth Mallory: Then we're all buggered. Carry on.

Raoul Silva: Just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink.

James Bond: Don't forget my pathetic love of country.

James Bond: [Silva's men are approaching] You ready?

Kincade: I was ready before you were born, son.

[Bond is chasing Silva who escaped, trying to open a door]

James Bond: It won't open.

Q: Of course it will, put your back into it.

James Bond: Why don't you come down here and put your back into it?

James Bond: So this is it. We're both played out.

M: Well, if you believe that, why did you come back?

James Bond: Good question.

M: Because we're under attack. And you know we need you.

James Bond: Well, I'm here.

M: You'll have to be debriefed and declared fit for active service. You can only return to duty when you've passed the tests, so take them seriously. And a shower might be in order.

James Bond: I'll go home and change.

M: Oh, we've sold your flat, put your things into storage. Standard procedure on the death of an unmarried employee with no next of kin. You should have called.

James Bond: I'll find a hotel.

M: Well, you're bloody well not sleeping here.

Eve: She's ready for you.

James Bond: I'm sorry, have we met before?

Eve: I'm the one who should say sorry.

James Bond: It was only four ribs. Some of the less vital organs. Nothing major.

James Bond: Not enough excitement in Istanbul?

Eve: I've been reassigned. Temporary suspension from field work.

James Bond: Really?

Eve: Mmm. Something to do with killing 007.

James Bond: Well, you gave it your best shot.

Eve: That was hardly my best shot.

James Bond: I'm not sure I could survive your best.

Eve: I doubt you'll get the chance.

M: Is this where you grew up?

James Bond: Mm.

M: How old were you when they died?

James Bond: You know the answer to that. You know the whole story.

M: Orphans always make the best recruits.

[last lines]

Gareth Mallory: So, 007... Lots to be done. Are you ready to get back to work?

James Bond: With pleasure, M. With pleasure.

Q: [Via Bond's earpiece] Where are you?

James Bond: [He's on the train] Take a wild guess, Q.

Raoul Silva: 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 Bond: Or a gas explosion in London.

Raoul Silva: Mm-hm. Just point and click.

James Bond: Well, everybody needs a hobby.

Raoul Silva: So what's yours?

James Bond: Resurrection.

James Bond: [a mirror on Land Rover's right door falls] That's all right. You weren't using it.

Eve: [makes left mirror fall] I wasn't using that one, either.

M: [via Eve's earpiece] What was that?

Eve: VW Beetles... I think.

Q: Good luck out there in the field... And please return the equipment in one piece.

James Bond: A brave new world.

Eve: She's pretty.

James Bond: Now, now.

Eve: If you like that sort of thing.

James Bond: I'll keep you posted.

[puts his earpiece into her glass]

James Bond: I read your obituary of me.

M: And?

James Bond: Appalling.

M: Yeah, I knew you'd hate it. I did call you "an exemplar of British fortitude".

James Bond: That bit was all right.

Sévérine: Will you... kill him?

James Bond: Someone always dies.

M: I suppose... It's too late to make a run for it?

James Bond: Well, I'm game if you are.

M: I did get one thing right.

[dies]

M: This is where you grew up.

James Bond: Mm.

[after Bond blows up Skyfall to kill a majority of Silva's men and destroy Silva's helicopter]

Raoul Silva: [to his two surviving men] Just make sure Bond's dead!

Raoul Silva: [referring to M] Now it's me and her...

M: You know what's at stake here. We cannot afford to lose that list.

James Bond: Yes, mum.

M: 007, Gareth Mallory.

Gareth Mallory: I hope I haven't missed anything. The PM does prattle on in a crisis. Bond.

James Bond: Mallory.

Gareth Mallory: I only have one question. Why not - stay dead? You have the perfect way out. Go and live, quietly somewhere. Not many field agents get to leave this cleanly.

James Bond: Do you get out in the field much?

Gareth Mallory: You don't need to be an operative to see the obvious. It's a young man's game.

Tanner: We've analyzed the shrapnel fragments. Lucky it wasn't a direct hit - it would have cut you in half. It's depleted uranium shell, military grade. Hard to get. Extremely expensive and only used by a select few. Recognize anyone?

James Bond: [Points to a photograph] Him.

Tanner: Okay. His name's Patrice. He's a ghost. No known residency or country of origin.

M: Find out who he works for and who has the list. Then, terminate him for Ronson.

James Bond: With pleasure.

M: 007, you are ready for this?

James Bond: Yes, Mum.

James Bond: You look beautiful in that dress.

Eve: You don't scrub up so bad yourself.

James Bond: Well, its amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands.

James Bond: Do you gamble?

Eve: I like a little flutter, now and then. Who doesn't like to take chances?

Sévérine: Who doesn't appreciate the occasional twists, Mister?

James Bond: Bond. James Bond.

James Bond: You're scared.

Sévérine: Thank you for the drink - Mr. Bond.

James Bond: You put on a good show. But, ever since we sat down you haven't stopped looking at your body guards. The three of them is a bit excessive. They're controlling you. They're not protecting you. Tattoo on your wrist is Macau sex trade. You belong to one of the houses. What were you 12? 13? I'm guessing he was your way out. Perhaps you thought you were in love. But, that was a long time ago.

Sévérine: You know nothing about it.

James Bond: I know when a woman is afraid and pretending not to be.

James Bond: Does he always get what he wants?

Sévérine: More than you know.

Raoul Silva: You're still clinging to your faith in that old woman - when all she does is lie to you.

James Bond: She never lied to me.

Raoul Silva: No?

Raoul Silva: England. The Empire. MI6.

[laughs]

Raoul Silva: You're living in a ruinous well. You just don't know it yet. At least here there are no old ladies giving orders and no - little - beep - gadgets - from those fools in Q branch.

Kincade: James. James Bond.

James Bond: Good God. He's still alive.

Kincade: Hah, it's nice to see you, too.

M: It's a beautiful old house.

Kincade: She is - and like all great ladies, she still has her secret ways.

James Bond: You know, we've never formerly been introduced.

Eve: Oh? Well, my name's Eve. Eve Moneypenny.

James Bond: Well I look forward to our time together, Miss Moneypenny.

Eve: Me too. I'm sure we'll have one or two close shaves.