So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman – Casino Royale
Bond: So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman.
M: Any thug can kill. I need you to take your ego out of the equation.
Vesper: It doesn’t bother you; killing all those people?
Bond: Well I wouldn’t be very good at my job if it did.
Bond: I already have a dinner jacket.
Vesper: There are dinner jackets and then there are dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you to look like a man who belongs at that table.
Bond: How… it’s tailored?
Vesper: I sized you up the moment we met.
Bond: I’ve got a little itch, down there. Do you mind?
Vesper: Arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand in hand.
Vesper: [Getting into the lift.] Take the next one. There isn’t enough room for me and your ego.
Solange: You like married women, don’t you, James?
Bond: It keeps things simple.