Vesper: You don't let anyone in, do you? You've got your armor back.
James Bond: I have no armor left.
M: Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister, and even he is smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, arse-covering prigs? They don't care what we do, they care what we get photographed doing!
And how could Bond be so stupid?! I give him 00 status and he celebrates by shooting up an embassy! Is the man deranged? And where the hell is he? In the old days, if an agent did something that embarrassing, he'd have the good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.
M: You've got a bloody cheek.
James Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.
M: Or yourself.
M: How the hell did you find out where I lived?
James Bond: The same way I found out your name. I always thought "M" was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for...
M: Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.