James Bond: [upon receiving their alias documents] I'm Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you're Miss Stephanie Broadchest...
Vesper Lynd: I am not!
James Bond: You're going to have to trust me on this.
Vesper Lynd: Oh no I don't.
Le Chiffre: [to Bond, naked and tied to a wooden chair inside a steel chamber] Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.
Steven Obanno: [after swinging a machete to cut off Valenka's hand, he stops just short of her flesh and looks at her admiringly] Not a word of protest. You should find a new boyfriend.
Vesper Lynd: 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.
James Bond: [to Carter through an ear piece radio] Stop touching your ear.
Carter: [nervously, can't understand Bond's transmission] Sorry?
James Bond: [raising his voice] Put your hand down!
Mathis: [standing next to Bond on a balcony seeing police find two African assassins dead in the truck of a car] Being dead does not mean one cannot be helpful.
James Bond: [as Solange is kissing her way down Bond's chest] Can I ask you a personal question?
Solange: Now wouldn't seem an appropriate time.
[about Le Chiffre]
James Bond: Do you want a clean kill or do you want to send a message?
M: [to Bond] Arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand in hand.
James Bond: [Vesper Lynd presents her business card] Vesper? I do hope you gave your parents hell for that.
Le Chiffre: Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister.
[considers his cards and moves his chips forward]
Le Chiffre: All in. I have two pair and you have a 17.4% chance of making your straight.
Carter: [sees Mollaka in the crowd, watching animals fight] Looks like our man, burn scars on his face.
James Bond: Hmm. I wonder if bomb-makers are insured for things like that.
Vesper Lynd: [to Bond] This is me in character pissed off because you're losing so damn hard we won't be here past midnight. Oddly enough, my character's feelings mirror my own.
Steven Obanno: Do you believe in God, Mr. Le Chiffre?
Le Chiffre: No. I believe in a reasonable rate of return.
Le Chiffre: [jokingly to Le Chiffre, after telling where to hit him with the knot tied to the end of a thick rope] You are a funny man, Mr. Bond.
James Bond: [during briefing in the Bahamas] 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.
