Casino Royale Vesper And James Scene
Posted By admin On 10/04/22Vesper Lynd (Eva Green) works for the Financial Action Task Force of Her Majesty’s Treasury and has experience in illicit banking practices. She supervises the British government’s funds that finance Bond in a high stakes poker tournament organized by Le Chiffre. During the game she helps Bond overcome a Ugandan Warlord and saves Bond’s life when he is poisoned.
Vesper is kidnapped by Le Chiffre to lure Bond into a trap in order to extort the tournament winnings. Vesper makes a deal with Mr. White to spare Bond’s life in return for the funds. Before she can transfer the funds to Mr. White’s accomplice Gettler, Bond confesses his love for her and resigns from MI6.
In Venice, Bond uncovers Vesper’s deception. Although he kills her enemies, Vesper cannot live with her actions and she locks herself in the elevator of a collapsing building and drowns. Bond is devastated by her death and closes himself off emotionally.
Here's how to make the Vesper according to Ian Fleming and James Bond: 'Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a. Including Casino Royale, Craig has made four movies so far in which he plays James Bond: Casino Royale (2006), Quantum of Solace (2008), Skyfall (2012), and Spectre (2015). No Time to Die (2021) is on the books with no known release date. Craig is scheduled to play Bond in this movie.
Vesper leaves Bond an essential clue to help him trace the terrorist network – on her mobile, she stores Mr. White’s number.
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.
Bond: Why do people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?
Mendel: Helloooooo!
Bond: Did you bring any chocolates?
Mendel: I'm afraid not. [Laughs.]
Vesper: You love me?
Bond: Enough to quit and float round the world with you... until one of us has to find an honest job. But I think that's going have to be you. I've no idea what an honest job is.
Mr. White: Hello?
Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
Mr. White: Who is this?
Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.
Bond: I always thought M was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for -
M: [quickly interrupting] Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.
Villiers: [M has just been woken up out of a sound sleep by a phone call from MI6] It's James... it seems he's in the Bahamas.
M: [irritated] You woke me up to tell me his holiday plans?
Villier: Well, he's logged into our secure website... using your name and password.
Le Chiffre: Tell them I'll get the money.
Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust.
Vesper: So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond... I'll keep my eyes on our government's money and off your perfectly formed arse.
Bond: You noticed.
Vesper: Even accountants have imagination.
Bond: How was your lamb?
Vesper: Skewered.
Bond: One sympathizes.
Bond: [to Dryden] I know where you keep your gun.
Bond: [Of M] Listen, you go and find her, tell her to call Security at Miami Airport because I think a bomb is about to go off. Do it now.
Villiers: Sorry, can I put you on hold?
Bond: I thought you might.
Vesper: Am I going to have a problem with you, Mr. Bond?
Bond: No, don't worry, you're not my type.
Vesper: Smart?
Bond: Single.
Bond: [Of Le Chiffre] He's all yours.
Leiter: Much appreciated, brother.
Vesper: You love me?
Bond: Enough to travel the world with you until one of us has to take an honest job... which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.
Gettler: I'll kill her!
Bond: Allow me.
Receptionist: Welcome to the Hotel Splendid. Your name, sir?
Bond: James Bond. You'll find the reservation under Beech.
Le Chiffre: You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure. And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge that - if you do not yield soon enough - there will be little left to identify you as a man. The only question remains: will you yield, in time?
Le Chiffre: Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.
M: You don't trust anyone, do you?
Bond: No.
M: Then you've learned your lesson.
Mr White: You asked for the introduction. That's all my organization will guarantee.
Casino Royale Vesper Drink
Vesper: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do you look at me as if you hadn't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.
Bond: If you had just been born wouldn't you be naked?
Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. I'm Felix Leiter, your brother from Langley.
[sees that Bond has a knife]
Leiter: You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you could have him.
Bond: Had. Excuse me.
Leiter: You're not buying in?
Bond: No.
Leiter: Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not going to last much longer. You have a better chance. I'll stake you. I'm saying I'll give you the money to keep going. Just one thing- you pull it off, the CIA brings him in.
Bond: And what about the winnings?
Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?
Vesper: [Bond delivers her a cocktail dress] Something you expect me to wear?
Bond: I need you looking fabulous.
M: You've got a bloody cheek.
Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.
M: Or yourself.
Bond: [after reading a note left by M and seeing the Aston Martin] I love you too M.
Vesper: So?
Bond: You want to do what to me?
Vesper: You've lost me completely.
Bond: You just said you can't wait to get me back to the room.
Le Chiffre: You've changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I do hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire?
Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
Bond: Now the whole world will know that you died scratching my balls!
Bond: Dry Martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
Bond: Wait... three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.
Bartender: Yes, sir.
Tomelli: You know, I'll have one of those.
Infante: So will I.
Bartender: Certainly.
Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well, keep the fruit.
Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it? Hm? Anyone want to play poker now?
Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.
Bond: [Receiving his cover story from a porter] Apparently we're very much in love.
Vesper: Do you usually leave it to porters to tell you this sort of thing?
Bond: I think I'll call it a Vesper.
Vesper: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.
M: I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached but I don't think that's your problem, is it, Bond?
Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me... then you have got the wrong man, Bond.
Bond: The job's done and the bitch is dead.
Vesper: How was your lamb?
Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.
Vesper: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known.
Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...
Vesper: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.
Mathis: Being dead does not mean one cannot be helpful.Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me... then you have got the wrong man, Bond.
Bond: The job's done and the bitch is dead.
Vesper: How was your lamb?
Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.
Vesper: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known.
Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...
Vesper: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with the contingency for five more if I deem it a prudent investment. I suppose you've given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.
Mathis: Being dead does not mean one cannot be useful.
Obanno: I would take a hand for this betrayal, but you need it to play cards.
M: Who the hell do they think they are? I report to the Prime Minister and even he's smart enough not to ask me what we do. Have you ever seen such a bunch of self-righteous, ass-covering prigs? They don't care what we do; they care what we get photographed doing. And how the hell could Bond be so stupid? I give him double-O 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 a good sense to defect. Christ, I miss the Cold War.
Dryden: Your file shows no kills, but to become a double-0, it takes...
Bond: Two.
Dryden: How did he die?
Bond: Your contact? Not well.
Dryden: Made you feel it, did he? Well, you needn't worry. The second is...
Bond: [Bond shoots Dryden] Yes... considerably.
Vesper: I'm the money.
Bond: Every penny of it.
Casino Royale Vesper And James Scene
Bond: You don't think this is a very good plan, do you?
Vesper: So there is a plan?
Le Chiffre: I'm afraid that your friend Mathis... is really... my friend Mathis.
Mathis: It's amazing what you can do with Photoshop these days.
Le Chiffre: I have two pair, and you have a 17.4 percent chance of making your straight.
Bond: M really doesn't mind you making a little money on the side, Dryden. She would just prefer it wasn't by selling secrets.
Bond: Very sorry. That last hand... nearly killed me.
Mathis: How's our girl? Melted your cold heart yet?
Bond: [as Solange is kissing her way down Bond's chest] Can I ask you a personal question?
Solange: Now would seem an appropriate time.
Vesper James Bond
Vesper: Rolex?
Bond: Omega.
Vesper: You're not going to let me in there. You've got your armour back on. That's that.
Bond: I have no armour left. You've stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I'm yours.
Bond: Vesper? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.
M: We should've picked up on it but sometimes we're so focused on our enemies... we forget to watch our friends.
Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
Bond: [after bond has just lost his 10 million in the game, to the bartender] Vodka-martini.
Bartender: Shaken or stirred?
Bond: [pissed off] Do I look like I give a damn?
Bond: [upon receiving their alias documents] I'm Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you're Miss Stephanie Broadchest...
Vesper: I am not!
Bond: You're going to have to trust me on this.
Vesper: Oh no I don't.