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.
M: You've got a bloody cheek.
James Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.
M: Or yourself.
Vesper: You don't let anyone in, do you? You've got your armor back.
James Bond: I have no armor left.
Konstanty 'Koscik' Kozlowski: Why is it so fucking hard being friends with a Jew?
Tuvia Bielski: Try being one.
Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?