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GoldenEye

1995 film by Martin Campbell

GoldenEye a 1995 British-American action spy film, the sequel to 1989 film Licence to Kill of the James Bond franchise. The movie follows Bond's mission to stop the titular Soviet EMP weapon, which has fallen into the hands of his old MI6 colleague Alec Trevelyan AKA Agent 006. It was followed by 1997 film Tomorrow Never Dies.

No limits. No fears. No substitutes.
Directed by Martin Campbell. Based on story written by Michael France and screenplay adapted by Jeffrey Caine and Bruce Feirstein.
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James Bond

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  • [After killing Xenia Onatopp using a forked tree and her helicopter escort in a Cuban rainforest, to Natalya ] She always did enjoy a good squeeze.

Alec Trevelyan

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  • [Holding James at gunpoint after a fight] You know James, I was always better. [James kicks a lever opening a trap door and plunging down to the wide receiving satellite dish]

Natalya Simonova

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  • [A plane flies overhead Bond while driving] What is it with you and moving vehicles?

Boris Grishenko

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  • [Screams] Give me the codes, Natalya! Give them to me!
  • [Gains system authority in a post-Bond destroyed computer control center and fist pumps] Yes! I am invincible!
  • [Shaking computer monitor and screams] Speak to me!
  • [When he is unscathed of debris crashing through computer control center and then stands up] Yes! I am invincible! [Chemical tanks explode unleashing a liquid torrent on him then freezing him solid]

Dialogue

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Caroline: [Riding with a speeding James through the French alps] James, is it necessary to drive so fast?
James Bond: More often than you'd think.
Caroline: I enjoy a spirited ride as much as the next girl, but... [referring to an informally racing Ferrari-driving Xenia] who's that?!
James Bond: The next girl.
Caroline: James, stop this! Stop it! I know what you're doing!
James Bond: What's that, dear?
Caroline: You are just trying to show off the size of your...
James Bond: Engine?
Caroline: Ego. We're having a pleasant drive and you bring psychology into it. I was just sent here to evaluate you. Let's put that behind us, shall we?
James Bond: [Referring to avoiding a crowd of cyclist] Ladies first.
Caroline: James, I want you to stop this car!
James Bond: Really?
Caroline: Stop this car at once!
James Bond: As you can see, I have no problem with female authority.
Caroline: James, you're incorrigible! What am I going to do with you?
James Bond: Let's toast your evaluation, shall we? A very thorough evaluation.
Shadowy Figure: [Points gun at Bond; in Russian] Don't even breathe. Where are the others? [Ни одного выздоха! Где ваши?]
James Bond: I'm alone.
[Shadowy figure reveals himself to be Alec Trevelyan]
Alec Trevelyan: Aren't we all? You're late, 007.
James Bond: I had to stop in the bathroom. [Referring to knocking out a soldier who was sitting on a toilet]
Alec Trevelyan: Ready to save the world again?
James Bond: After you, 006.
James Bond: It's too easy.
Alec Trevelyan: Half of everything is luck, James.
James Bond: And the other half? [An alarm sounds]
Alec Trevelyan: Fate. Set the timers for six minutes.
James Bond: Six minutes, check.
James Bond: [Gambling in a Monte Carlo Casino in Monaco] It appears we share the same passions. Three, anyway.
Xenia Onatopp: I count two: motoring and, uh, baccarat. [Sees Bond reveal a losing hand] I hope the third is where your real talent lies.
James Bond: One rises to meet a challenge.
James Bond: Good evening, Moneypenny.
Moneypenny: Good evening, James. M will meet you in the situation room, I'm to take you straight in.
James Bond: I've never seen you after hours, Moneypenny. Lovely.
Moneypenny: Thank you, James.
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.
James Bond: Moneypenny, I'm devastated. Whatever would I do without you?
Moneypenny: As far as I can remember, James, you've never had me.
James Bond: Hope springs eternal.
Moneypenny: You know, this sort of behaviour could qualify as sexual harassment.
James 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 coughs to indicate M is right behind them: Tanner winces as they both turn to face her]
M: You were saying?
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: [About the GoldenEye destruction of Severnaya] The Prime Minister's talked to Moscow; they said it was an accident during a routine training exercise.
James Bond: Governments change. The lies stay the same.
M: We've pulled the files on anyone who might have had access or authority at Severnaya. The top name on the list is an old friend of yours, I understand.
James Bond: Ourumov. They made him a general.
M: [About Ourumov] He sees himself as the next iron man of Russia, which is why our political analysts ruled him out. He doesn't fit the profile of a traitor.
James Bond: Are these the same analysts who said that GoldenEye couldn't exist, who said the helicopter posed no immediate threat and wasn't worth following?
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.
James 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 wasted on me, obviously appealed to that young woman I sent out to evaluate you.
James Bond: Point taken.
M: Not quite, 007. If you think for one moment 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 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 kind of vendetta. Avenging Alec Trevelyan will not bring him back.
James Bond: You didn't get him killed.
M: Neither did you. Don't make it personal.
James Bond: Never. [Turns to leave]
M: Bond. [Bond stops and turns to her] Come back alive.
[James Bond visits Q in his lab. Q is in a wheelchair, his left leg raised horizontally, wrapped in a cast]
James Bond: Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing? [Q fires a rocket out of the cast, blasting against a wall on the other side of the lab]
Q: Hunting!
[Q shows off a new gadget to Bond]
Q: A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse... [clicks it three times] another three [Clicks it three times again] disarms it.
James Bond: [Takes pen and quickly clicks it thrice] ...How long did you say the fuse was?
Q: [Takes the pen and disarms it with a groan] Oh, grow up, 007.
James Bond: They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
Q: Thanks to me, they were right. [Walks over to a dummy] Look, let's ask Fred here to demonstrate for us. Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred. One, two, three... [places the pen in Fred's shirt pocket, arms it, and runs to cover. The resulting explosion obliterates Fred from the waist up, to Bond] Don't say it!
James Bond: The writing's on the wall?
Q: [Snickering] Along with the rest of him! Now 007, do please try and return... [a technician is launched by an exploding chair and James holds up a sandwich] ...do try and return some of this equipment in pristine order. [Q snatching sandwich from him] Don't touch that! That's my lunch!
James Bond: [Meets CIA contact Jack in [[w:St. Petersburg|] In London, April's a spring month.
Jack Wade: Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it. C'mon, my car's over there.
James Bond: After you.
Wade: Thank you.
[James Bond comes up after Wade and traps him with the car door and draws his gun on him]
James Bond: Like you said, "Drop it".
Wade: All right, in London April is a spring month, whereas in St. Petersburg, we're freezing our butts off. Is that close enough for government work?
James Bond: No. Show me the rose.
Wade: Please, no. [Bond shoves his gun into Wade] Alright, alright, alright. [Unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]
James Bond: Muffy?
Wade: Third wife. [Extends his hand for handshake] Jack Wade, CIA.
James Bond: [Shaking Wade's hand] James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.
Valentin 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 at his head] Walther PPK, 7.65 millimetre. Only three men I know use such a gun... and I believe I've killed two of them.
James Bond: Lucky me. [Another man aims at Bond's head]
Valentin Zukovsky: I think not.
Valentin Zukovsky: James Bond. Charming, sophisticated secret agent. "Shaken, but not stirred."
James Bond: I see you haven't lost your delicate sense of humour, Valentin. Or your need for an audience. Who's strangling the cat?
Valentin Zukovsky: "Strangling a cat"? [Turns to look at lounge singer and then pulls out gun and fires between James legs] That is Irina, my mistress.
James Bond: Very talented girl.
Valentin Zukovsky: [To Irina] Irina! Take a hike! [Irina gestures offensively] So, Mr. Bond, what is it that brings you to my neighborhood? Still working for MI6 or have you joined the 21st century? I hear the new M is a lady.
James Bond: I want you to do me a favor.
Valentin Zukovsky: [Looks to thugs behind him chuckling derisively] He wants me to "do him a favor". My knee aches every single day. Twice as bad when it is cold. Have you any idea how long the winter lasts in this country? Tell him, Dimitri.
Thug: It depends-
Valentin Zukovsky: Silence!
James Bond: For an ex-KGB agent, you surprise me, Valentin. Surely you must have realized the skill was not to hit your knee, but to miss the rest of you.
Valentin Zukovsky: So why did you not kill me?
Zukovsky: Call it professional courtesy.
Valentin Zukovsky: Then I should extend you the same courtesy. [Fires a shot on either side of James legs]
James Bond: Kirov's funeral parlour, four o'clock this afternoon. [In Kirov's funeral parlour] 200 pounds of C4 explosives hidden in a casket. Your man drives the hearse in, the money's exchanged, their man drives the hearse out. Their man will be arrested with the explosives. Your man will make a miraculous escape with the money.
James Bond: Your money.
Valentin Zukovsky: [Sits at desk and pours himself a drink] And what do I owe for this accommodation?
James Bond: I want you to set me up with Janus.
Valentin Zukovsky: What has he done to deserve you?
James Bond: Stole a helicopter.
Valentin Zukovsky: I have six.
James Bond: Three. None that fly.
Valentin Zukovsky: Who's counting?
James Bond: These aren't just criminals but traitors. They used the chopper to steal a nuclear weapon. Killed a lot of innocent Russians.
Valentin Zukovsky: What do you expect from a Cossack?
James Bond: What?
Valentin Zukovsky: This Janus, I never met the man, but I know he's a Lienz Cossack.
James Bond: The group that worked for the Nazis, Second World War.
Valentin Zukovsky: You know your history. At the end of the war, the Lienz Cossacks surrendered to the British in Austria, believing they would join them and wage war against the communists. But the British betrayed them, sent them back to Stalin, who promptly had them all shot. Women, children, families.
James Bond: Not exactly our finest hour.
Valentin Zukovsky: Still, ruthless people. They got what they deserved.
James Bond: I want you to set me up with Janus. Tell him I'm asking about the chopper. You meet me tonight at the Grand Hotel.
Valentin Zukovsky: And then you and I are even and he owes me one.
James Bond: Precisely.
[James Bond has just discovered that "Janus" is none other than Alec]
James Bond: Alec?
Alec 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?
James Bond: [Stunned] Why?
Alec 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."
James Bond: It was the job we were chosen for.
Alec 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.
James Bond: [Slowly lowers weapon] Yes. I trusted you, Alec.
Alec Trevelyan: Trust. What a quaint idea.
James Bond: How did the MI6 screening miss that your parents were Lienz Cossacks?
Alec 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.
James Bond: Hence "Janus", the two-faced Roman god come to life.
Alec 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.
James Bond: Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Alec 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. [James is shot with a tranquilizer dart as Alec walks toward a fallen Bond] ...For England, James.
Natalya: [Attempting to guess Boris' password at his computer terminal with rear end slang words, to Bond] What else do you call your bottom?
James Bond: What?
Natalya: Boris' password. He plays word games. "What I sit on but don't take with me."
James Bond: Chair. [Natalya successfully logs in]
[At a cell in St. Petersburg, James and Natalya are visited by a Russian official]
Official: Good morning, Mr. Bond. I'm Defence Minister Dimitri Mishkin. So, by what means shall we execute you, Commander Bond?
James 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?
James Bond: I assumed you had it.
Mishkin: I have an English spy, a Severnaya programmer and a helicopter stolen...
James 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?
James Bond: Who had the authorisation codes?
Mishkin: Russia may have changed, but the penalty for terrorism is still death!
James Bond: And what's the penalty for treason?
Natalya: Oh, stop it, both of you! Stop it! You're like... boys with toys!
[Alec and Xenia's private armored train has crashed. Bond assaults the train and seeks to kill Alec, but is hesitant when Ourumov brings Natalya into the cabin]
Alec Trevelyan: So, back where we started, James. Your friend, or the mission? Drop the gun, I'll let her live.
James Bond: [To Ourumov without looking away at Alec] Ourumov, what does this Cossack promise you? [Ourumov's face changes] You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack!
Alec Trevelyan: It's in the past.
James Bond: He'll betray you! [Murmurs] Just like everyone else.
Ourumov: Is this true?
Alec 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: [Train rams into battle tank in an explosion] Do you destroy every vehicle you get into?
James Bond: Standard operation procedure. Boys with toys.
Natalya: Maybe I should take care of the transportation for our trip to Cuba.
James Bond: Our trip?
Natalya: Do you know how to disarm the weapon?
James Bond: I suppose that depends on what kind of weapon you're talking about disarming.
Natalya: So... [leans in seductively] tell me. Are there any other standard operating procedures I should be aware of, Commander?
James Bond: Thousands. But I only pay them... [kisses her] lip service.
Jack Wade: [Steps out of plane] Yo, Jimbo. Brought a little gift from old whatshisname? T? Z?
James Bond: Q.
Jack Wade: Yeah.
James Bond: What are you doing here, Wade?
Jack Wade: Banyan trees. I am not here. The CIA has no knowledge, no involvement. Nothing to do with your insertion into Cuba, if you catch my drift.
James Bond: Yes, I do.
Jack Wade: Borrowed the plane from a friend in the DEA.
Jack Wade: Who's that?
James Bond: Natalya Simonova.
Natalya Simonova: [Enunciating] "Sim... yo... nova".
James Bond: Russian minister of transportation. [Jack clears throat, takes off hat and implies to James to step aside]
Jack Wade: [Hushed voice] Did you check her out?
James Bond: Head to toe.
Jack Wade: Right... [Puts on hat and steps to Natalya] so, you're lookin' for a dish the size of a football field, huh? Doesn't exist. Light a cigar in Cuba and we see it.
Natalya Simonova: I know it's there. It's a duplicate of Severnaya, like your secret transmitters in New Zealand.
Jack Wade: I've never been there. How does she know about that?
Jack Wade: [Walks over to Bond's BMW] Anyway, hang a left at the end of the runway. Cuba's 80 miles on your right.
James Bond: Yo, Wade. [Throws Wade keys] Just one thing. Don't push any of the buttons on that car.
Jack Wade: I'm just gonna bomb around in it.
James Bond: Exactly.
Jack Wade: Yo, James. I got faith, but be careful. He knows you're coming.

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Alec Trevelyan: [James is brought before him by guards] James! What an unpleasant surprise!
James Bond: We aim to please.
Natalya: He was a friend, Trevelyan?
James Bond: Yes.
Natalya: 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?
Bond: Natalya...
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.
[James observes Alec activating the second GoldenEye satellite]
James 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.
Alec Trevelyan: Thank you, James.
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. [Alec glowers at him]
Alec 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!
James Bond: A worldwide financial meltdown. And all so mad little Alec can settle a score with the world, fifty years on.
Alec 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.
Alec Trevelyan: [Natalya is brought out by guards] Welcome to the party, my dear. Natalya. [She attacks Boris and is restrained by guards]
Boris Grishenko: Don't ever do that again.
Natalya Simonova: This is not one of your games, Boris. Real people will die. You pathetic little worm.
Alec Trevelyan: She was in the mainframe. Check the computer.
Boris Grishenko: She's a moron. A second-level programmer. She works on the guidance system. She doesn't even have access to the firing codes.
James Bond: Can Boris break your codes?
Natalya Simonova: Possibly.
James Bond: Possibly? We have to destroy the transmitter.
Natalya Simonova: By the way, I'm fine, thank you very much!
[James Bond is holding Trevelyan by his foot on top of the satellite antenna]
Alec Trevelyan: For England, James?
James Bond: No. For me. [Lets Trevelyan fall to his death]
Natalya Simonova: James. James. Are you all right?
James Bond: Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.
Natalya Simonova: Suppose someone is watching?
James Bond: There's no one within miles, believe me.
Jack Wade: Yo, Jimbo.
James Bond: Is this supposed to be your idea of "coming through in a clinch"?
Jack Wade: It's tobacco plants. I said I'd be here, huh? Yo. Marines. [A Marines platoon pop up from underneath grass] Maybe you two'd like to finish debriefing each other at Guantanamo?
James Bond: Ready?
Natalya Simonova: I'm not going on a helicopter with you. No plane, no train, nothing that moves.
James Bond: Darling, what could possibly go wrong, hey? [Picks her up]

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  • No limits. No fears. No substitutes.

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