Shadowy Figure:[points gun at James Bond; in Russian] Don't even breathe. Where are the others?
James Bond: I'm alone.
Alec Trevelyan: [revealing himself] Aren't we all? You're late, 007.
Bond: [Referring to knocking out an enemy who was sitting on a toilet] I had to stop in the bathroom.
Trevelyan: Ready to save the world again?
Bond: After you, 006.
Bond: Good evening Moneypenny.
Moneypenny: Good evening James. M will meet you in the situation room, I'm to take you straight in.
Bond: I've never seen you after hours Moneypenny, lovely.
Moneypenny: Thank you James.
Bond: Out on some kind of professional assignment, dressing to kill?
Moneypenny: I know you'll find this crushing 007, but I don't sit at home every night praying for some international incident, so I can run down here all dressed up to impress James Bond. I was on a date, if you must know, with a gentleman. We went to the theatre together.
Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated. Whatever would I do without you?
Moneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
Bond: Hope springs eternal.
Moneypenny: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
Bond: Really? What's the penalty for that?
Moneypenny: Someday you have to make good on your innuendos.
Bill Tanner: Seems your hunch was right, 007. It's too bad the Evil Queen of Numbers wouldn't let you play it- [Bond coughes to indicate M is right behind them: Tanner winces as they both turn to face her]
M: You were saying?
Bill Tanner: No, I was just, just-
M: Good. Because if I want sarcasm, Mr. Tanner, I'll talk to my children, thank you very much.
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.
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 charms, though lost on me, obviously appealed to that young girl I sent out to evaluate you.
Bond: Point taken.
M: Not quite, 007. If you think I don't have the balls to send a man out to die, your instincts are dead wrong. I've no compunction about sending you to your death. But I won't do it on a whim. Even with your cavalier attitude towards life. I want you to find GoldenEye, find out who took it, what they plan to do with it, and stop it. And if you should come across Ourumov, guilty or not, I don't want you running off on some vendetta. Avenging Alec Trevelyan will not bring him back.
Bond: You didn't get him killed.
M: Neither did you. Don't make it personal.
Bond: Never. [turns to leave]
M: Bond. [Bond stops and turns to her] Come back alive.
[Bond visits Q in his lab. Q is in a wheelchair, his left leg raised horizontally, wrapped in a cast.]
Bond: Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
[A rocket shoots out of the cast, blasting against a wall on the other side of the lab.]
Zukovsky: Another morning shot to hell. [zips up a girl's dress] Free market economy, I swear it will be the end of me. [hears the click of Bond's gun.] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun... and I believe I've killed two of them.
Bond: Lucky me. [Another man aims at Bond's head]
Zukovsky: I think not.
[Bond has just discovered that "Janus" is none other than Trevelyan]
Trevelyan: Back from the dead. No longer just an anonymous star on the memorial wall at MI6. What's the matter, James? No glib remark? No pithy comeback?
Bond: [stunned] Why?
Trevelyan: Hilarious question, particularly from you. Did you ever ask why? Why we toppled all those dictators, undermined all those regimes? Only to come home - "Well done, good job, but sorry, old boy, everything you risked your life and limb for has changed."
Bond: It was the job we were chosen for.
Trevelyan: [scoffs] Of course you would say that. James Bond, Her Majesty's loyal terrier, defender of the so-called faith. [Bond draws his gun] Oh, please, James, put it away. It's insulting to think I haven't anticipated your every move.
Bond: [slowly lowers weapon] Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
Trevelyan: Trust — what a quaint idea.
Bond: How did MI6's screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?
Trevelyan: Once again, your faith is misplaced. They knew. We're both orphans, James. But where your parents had the luxury of dying in a climbing accident, mine survived the British betrayal and Stalin's execution squads... but my father couldn't let himself or my mother live with the shame of it. MI6 figured I was too young to remember... and in one of life's little ironies, the son went to work for the government whose betrayal caused the father to kill himself and his wife.
Bond: Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.
Trevelyan: [gestures to his scars] It wasn't God who gave me this face. It was you, setting the timers for three minutes instead of six.
Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Trevelyan: No. You're supposed to die for me. By the way, I did think of asking you to join my little scheme, but somehow I knew that 007's loyalty was always to the mission — never to his friend. Closing time, James. Last call.
[Bond and Natalya are being interrogated by Dimitri Mishkin.]
Mishkin: Good morning, Mr. Bond. I'm Defence Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
Bond: What, no small talk? No chit-chat? [to Natalya] That's the trouble with the world today. No one takes the time to do a really sinister interrogation anymore. [to Mishkin] It's a lost art!
Mishkin: Your sense of humour does not sway me, Commander, I'm sorry. Where is the GoldenEye?
Bond: I assumed you had it.
Mishkin: I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...
Bond: Or at least that's what some traitor in your government wanted it to look like.
Mishkin: Who was behind your attack on Severnaya?
Bond: Who had the authorisation codes?
Mishkin: Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still DEATH!
Bond: And what's the penalty for treason?
Natalya: Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like... boys with toys!
Bond: Ourumov, what has this Cossack promised you? You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack.
Trevelyan: It's in the past.
Bond: He'll betray you. Just like everyone else.
Ourumov: Is this true?
Trevelyan: [impatiently] 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.
Natalya: He was a friend, Trevelyan?
Simonova: Now he's your enemy and you will kill him. It is that simple?
Bond: In a word, yes.
Natalya: Unless he kills you first?
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.
[Bond observes Trevelyan activating the second GoldenEye satellite]
Bond: Interesting setup, Alec. You break into the Bank of England via computer and then transfer the money electronically...just seconds before you set off the GoldenEye, which erases any record of the transactions. Ingenious.
Trevelyan: Thank you, James.
Bond: But it still boils down to petty theft. In the end, you're just a bank robber. Nothing more than a common thief. [Trevelyan glowers at him]
Trevelyan: You always did have a small mind, James. It's not just erasing bank records, it's everything on every computer in Greater London. Tax records, stock market, credit ratings, land registries, criminal records. In 16 minutes and 43...oh, 42 seconds, the United Kingdom will re-enter the Stone Age!
Bond: A worldwide financial meltdown... and all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world 50 years on.
Trevelyan: Oh please, James, spare me the Freud! I might as well ask if all the vodka martinis ever silence the screams of the men you've killed. Or if you find forgiveness in the arms of all those willing women... for all the dead ones you failed to protect. England is about to learn the cost of betrayal, inflation adjusted for 1945.
[Bond is holding Trevelyan by his foot on top of the satellite antenna.]
Trevelyan: For England, James?
Bond: No. For me. [lets Trevelyan fall to his death]