Licence to Kill

Ed Killifer: You're facing 139 felony counts, Sanchez. Why that's 936 years. Even one of your famous $1-million-dollar bribes can't get you out of this one. Franz Sanchez: Two. Killifer: What? Sanchez: Two million. U.S. Standing offer for anyone who squeaks me. Killifer: Goddammit, you think you're in some banana republic?! All that scumbag money won't do you a bit of good here. Sanchez: Very good, but I think I'm gonna be home soon, huh? Killifer: Why you.....[attacks Sanchez before being restrained by his partner]

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M: [disappointed] You were supposed to be in Istanbul last night! I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has, somehow... clouded your judgment. You have a job to do. I expect you on a plane this afternoon. James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir. M: Leave it to the Americans. It's their mess. Let them clean it up. Bond: Sir, they're not going to do anything! I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times before. M: [cutting him off] Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks. Bond: And his wife? M: This private vendetta of yours could easily compromise Her Majesty's Government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally. Bond: [refuses to let the matter go and chooses to resign instead] Then you have my resignation, sir. M: [shocked] We're not a country club, 007! Effective immediately, your licence to kill is revoked. And I require you to hand over your weapon. Now. I need hardly remind you that you'

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Ed Killifer: There's $2 million in that suitcase. I'll split it with you. James Bond: [menacingly] You earned it. You keep it... old buddy. Sharkey: God, what a terrible waste. [Bond glares at Sharkey] Of money.

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James Bond: This is no place for you, Q. Go home. Q: Oh, don't be an idiot, 007. I know exactly what you're up to, and quite frankly, you're going to need my help. Remember, if it hadn't been for Q Branch, you'd have been dead long ago. [opens a case] Everything for a man on holiday. Explosive alarm clock - guaranteed never to wake up anyone who uses it. Dentonite toothpaste - to be used sparingly, the latest in plastic explosive. Bond: I could do with some plastic.

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Kwang: Who would have a signature gun? Fallon: James Bond. [examines the gun] This is the property of Her Majesty's Government. How did you get it? James Bond: Piss off! Kwang: Who ordered you to kill Sanchez? Fallon: No one! He's a rogue agent. I've got orders to take him back one way or another. Bond: Who the hell are you people?! Kwang: We're Hong Kong Narcotics, you bastard! [grabs Bond] Sanchez is taking us to the heart of his operations. I've been setting it up for years! [menacingly] I just hope that little stunt of yours hasn't scared him off! Bond: Get me out of these bloody things so I can deal with you. Fallon: No, Commander. You're in no position to make deals. You're a loose cannon on deck. [prepares syringe] I'm shipping you straight back to London.

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Truman-Lodge: Brilliant! Well done, Franz! Another $80 million write-off! Franz Sanchez: Then I guess it's time to start cutting overhead. [guns him down]

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