Camille: [notices they are being followed] Friend of yours?
James Bond: I don't have any friends.
James Bond: [chucks a can of motor oil at Greene's feet] I bet you make it 20 miles before you consider drinking that.
[Bond gets in the car and drives away, leaving Greene stranded in the middle of the desert]
James Bond: Goodbye, Mr. Greene.
Dominic Greene: Mr. Bond, what a pleasure. More careful with this one. She won't go to bed with you unless you give her something she really wants. Its a shame because she's really quite stunning once you get her on her back.
Camille: I wish I could say the feeling was mutual.
Dominic Greene: You should know something about me and the people i work with. We deal with the left or the right, with dictators or liberators. If the current President had been more agreeable, I wouldn't be talking to you. So, if you decide not to sign, you will wake up with your balls in your mouth and your willing replacement standing over you. If you doubt that, then shoot
me, take that money and have a good night's sleep.
James Bond: [to Camille] Have you ever killed someone? - - The training will tell you that when the adrenaline kicks in you should compensate. But, part of you's not going to believe the training; because, this kill is personal. Take a deep breath. You only nee one shot. Make it count.
Camille: [Regarding Bond] There is something horribly efficient about you.
[Bond shows up for his rendezvous with Camille having just survived a knife-fight]
Camille: You're late!
James Bond: Got pulled into a meeting.
Dominic Greene: My friends call me Dominic.
James Bond: I'm sure they do.