[to Natalia] Take a seat, my dear. You know, James and I shared everything. Absolutely everything...to the victor go the spoils.
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Michael France
Michael France (January 4, 1962 – April 12, 2013) was an American screenwriter. He is best remembered for writing the screenplays for Cliffhanger (1993), the James Bond film GoldenEye (1995), and the comic book films Hulk (2003), The Punisher (2004), and Fantastic Four (2005). 2Early life France was born in St. Petersburg, Florida. As a kid he loved comics and movies, which may have inspired him to write. He attended the University of Florida in the early 1980s, working as a projectionist at a small movie theater in Gainesville and participating in its programming. He earned a graduate degree from the film school at Columbia University in New York City. 2Career France moved to Los Angeles, California, where he sold the script for Cliffhanger. He later wrote the scripts for GoldenEye, Hulk, The Punisher, and Fantastic Four. He also did some uncredited work on The World Is Not Enoug
He wouldn't know a woman if one came up and sat on his head.
I am invincible!
[to Bond] If you think for one moment I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. I have no compunction about sending you to your death. But, I won't do it on a whim. Even with your cavalier attitude towards life.
Governments change... the lies stay the same.
Natalya Simonova: On the train, when you told him to kill me, and that I meant nothing to you, did you mean it? James Bond: Yes. Basic rule: always call their bluff.
Alec Trevelyan: James... what an unpleasant surprise. James Bond: We aim to please.
Natalya Simonova: Do you destroy every vehicle you get into? James Bond: Standard operating procedure. Boys with toys.
Caroline: James, is it really necessary to drive quite so fast? James Bond: More often than you'd think.
James Bond: Are these pictures live? M: Unlike the American government, we prefer not to get our bad news from CNN.
Xenia Onatopp: You don't need the gun, Commander. James Bond: Well, that depends on your definition of safe sex.
M: You don't like me, Bond. You don't like my methods. You think I'm an accountant, a bean counter more interested in my numbers than your instincts. James Bond: The thought had occurred to me. M: Good, because I think you're a sexist, misogynist dinosaur. A relic of the Cold War, whose boyish…
Natalya: You think I'm impressed? All of you with your guns, your killing, your death, for what? So you can be a hero? All the heroes I know are dead. How can you act like this? How can you be so cold? Bond: It's what keeps me alive. Natalya: No. It's what keeps you alone.
What's true is that in 48 hours, you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.
Alec Trevelyan: Half of everything is luck, James. James Bond: And the other half? [an alarm sounds] Alec Trevelyan: Fate.