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.