Casino Royale (2006)
Eva Green: Vesper Lynd
Vesper Lynd : [sitting on opposite sides of the dinner table, discussing poker skills on the train heading towards Montenegro] What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond?
James Bond : About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty's a problem. You worry you won't be taken seriously.
Vesper Lynd : Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.
James Bond : True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I'd have normally gone with "only child," but, you see, by the way you ignored the quip about your parents... I'm gonna have to go with "orphan."
Vesper Lynd : All right... by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn't come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else's charity - hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to "orphan," that's what I'd say you are.
[he smiles but says nothing]
Vesper Lynd : Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect Queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches.
[Glances at his wrist]
Vesper Lynd : Rolex?
James Bond : Omega.
Vesper Lynd : Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard...
James Bond : No, of course not.
Vesper Lynd : But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine. You think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money - and off your perfectly-formed arse.
James Bond : You noticed?
Vesper Lynd : Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?
James Bond : Skewered! One sympathizes.
Vesper Lynd : Good evening, Mr. Bond.
James Bond : Good evening, Ms. Lynd.
James Bond : [Reading about their alias covers] We've been involved for quite a long while. Hence, the shared suite.
Vesper Lynd : But, my family is strict Roman Catholic. So, for appearances sake, it'll be a two-bedroom suite.
James Bond : I do *hate* it when religion comes between us.
Vesper Lynd : Religion - and a securely locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
James Bond : No, don't worry, you're not my type.
Vesper Lynd : Smart?
James Bond : Single.
Vesper Lynd : [standing inside the elevator to James who is standing in front of her outside the elevator] There isn't enough room for me and your ego.
James Bond : [stepping out of the bathroom showing her his dinner jacket] I have a dinner jacket.
Vesper Lynd : There are dinner jackets and dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.
James Bond : [irritated] How?... It's tailored.
Vesper Lynd : I sized you up the moment we met.
Vesper Lynd : [smiling] You know, James, I just want you to know that if all that was left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever met.
James Bond : [sitting in a wheelchair next to her, outside a clinic] That's because you know what I can do with my little finger.
Vesper Lynd : [smiles] I have no idea.
James Bond : But you're aching to find out.
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.
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.
James Bond : [talking privately to Vesper after losing all of his chips] Well, I'm gonna need the other five million to buy back in.
Vesper Lynd : I can't do that, James.
James Bond : Look, I made a mistake. I was impatient, maybe I was arrogant, but I can beat him.
Vesper Lynd : [quietly] I'm sorry.
James Bond : [angrily grabs Vesper's arm] "Sorry?" Sorry! Why don't you try putting that in a sentence, like maybe, "Sorry Le Chiffre's gonna win, continue funding terror and killing innocent people!" That kind of "sorry"?
Vesper Lynd : You lost because of your ego, and that same ego can't take it! That's what this is all about. All you're going to do now is lose more.
James Bond : [mumbling] Well then, you're an idiot.
Vesper Lynd : I'm sorry?
James Bond : I said you're a bloody idiot! Look in my eyes. I can beat this man - you know that.
Vesper Lynd : [quietly] Get your hand off my arm.
[Bond, having been poisoned, is attempting to use a defibrillator on himself while a doctor talks him through the process over the phone, but the defibrillator has come disconnected. Bond passes out and his heart stops. Vesper arrives, reconnects the defibrillator, and uses it to restart Bond's heart. He regains consciousness]
James Bond : [having woken up] You OK?
Vesper Lynd : [confused] Me?
James Bond : Thank you.
Hot Room Doctor : You're welcome. Now get yourself off to a hospital.
James Bond : I will do. As soon as I've won this game.
Vesper Lynd : You're not seriously going back there?
James Bond : I wouldn't dream of it.
Vesper Lynd : So you're telling me its a matter of probability and chance. I was worried there wasn't chance involved.
James Bond : Well, usually the player with the best hand wins.
Vesper Lynd : So, that would be what you call bluffing.
James Bond : You've heard the term. Then you also know in poker you never play your hand. You play the man across from you.
Vesper Lynd : And you're good at reading people?
James Bond : Yes, I am. Which is why I've been able to detect an undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.
James Bond : [after checking in the hotel using his real name as opposed to his alias, walking towards to elevator] Look, if Le Chiffre is that well connected, he knows who I am and where the money's coming from. Which means he's decided to play me anyway. So, he's either desperate or he's overly confident. But, either way, that tells me something about him. And all he gets in return is a name he already has.
Vesper Lynd : And now he knows something about you. He knows you're reckless.
Vesper Lynd : You can have me - anywhere.
James Bond : I can?
Vesper Lynd : Yeah. Here. There. Anyway you like.
James Bond : Does this mean that you're... warming to me?
Vesper Lynd : Yeah. That's how I would describe it.
James Bond : It's just that not so long ago, I would have described your feelings towards me as, eh, I'm trying to think of a better word than - loathing.
Vesper Lynd : I'm afraid I'm a complicated woman.
James Bond : There is something to be afraid of.