Movie: 007: Coordinates "Skyfall" (Skyfall)

- Sad to see this picture. The mighty fighting ship is useless for scrap. But time is relentless, isn't it? What do you see?
- A great big ship. Sorry.

Panic can be raised and sitting in my pajamas in front of a laptop.

- 007, I'm your new assistant.
Is some kind of joke?
Because I'm not in a white coat?
Because you are too young.
- My appearance hardly matters.
- Your experience - has.

- I read your obituary of me.
- And?
- Appalling.
- Yeah, I knew you'd hate it.
- I read your obituary of me.
- And how?
- Awful.
Knowing what you do not like.

Gareth Mallory: No, what we call this is a retirement planning. Your country has the highest respect for you and your many years of service. When your current posting is completed, you'll be awarded to JSMG with full honors. Congratulations.
M: You are firing me?
Gareth Mallory: No, mA'am, I'm here to oversee the transition period leading to your voluntary retirement in two months' time.
Gareth Mallory: We call this the "preparing for retirement". The country appreciates you and your many years of service. When you leave this post, you will get to St. George's with all the regalia. Congratulations.
M: Fire me.
Gareth Mallory: No, mA'am. I will make sure that you have voluntarily resigned after two months.

- Where the hell have you been?
- Enjoying death. 007 reporting for duty.
Where were you, dammit?
- In the case of a death. 007 reporting for duty.

The best agents are obtained from the orphans.

- I can inflict more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first Cup of Earl grey than you can do in a year in the field.
- And why would you need me?
- While there is the trigger, someone needs to press him.
Or not to press. It's hard to know which in your pajamas.

- Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
- And youth is no guarantee of innovation.

My grandmother had an island. So a island: walking for an hour will pass. But still, to us it seemed like heaven. One summer we arrived and saw that the island is infested with rats. They sailed on a fishing boat and became addicted to coconuts. How to clear the island of rats? Grandmother taught us. We buried a barrel with a lid, tied a coconut as bait. Here the rats come for the coconut and drop into the barrel. A month later, all the rats in your trap. But what should you do next? Throw the drum into the ocean, burn it? No, leave as is, then they will slowly starve and start eating each other until there are only two. Two of the survivors. Then what? To kill them? No need to take them and go home. They do not eat coconuts. They rats will eat.

In pursuit of Silva in the London underground, bond he hops up on the bandwagon. Witness - his companion:
Home in a hurry...

- Let's start with a simple Association. I say day, and you...
- Passed in vain.

Well, everyone has his hobby.
- What are yours?
- To rise.