Quotes from Timothy Dalton movies and TV shows

Boris Pochenko: Do I not intimidate you at all?
Joy Miller: Is one of your sideburns longer than the other?

Joy Miller: This is a special place. Was it special for someone else too?
Boris Pochenko: It's where I slaughtered my first cow.
Joy Miller: Huh?
Boris Pochenko: I was ten. My father told me I could eat only what I killed myself. All I had was two sticks and a butter knife, but I learned to be a man that day.
Joy Miller: Oh, what a sweet story.

Boris Pochenko: I know where we are.
Joy Miller: Well, where are we?
Boris Pochenko: We're in the woods.
Joy Miller: I knew it. Why can't you just ask one of them for directions?
Boris Pochenko: No.
Joy Miller: Please! Asking for directions is not the first step to a two-party system.

Ed Killifer: Freeze! Over by the trap door, old buddy.
James Bond: Is this where you put your old buddy Felix?
Ed Killifer: Not me. Chalk that one up to Sanchez and Krest.

James Bond: Miss Kennedy would you get me a medium-dry Vodka Martini?
Pam Bouvier: Why don't you ask.
James Bond: Shaken! Not stirred.

Vienna Hotel Concierge: Oh, Good afternoon Mr. Bond. You will need your usual suite?
James Bond: Not tonight, Heinz. Something with a second bedroom.
Vienna Hotel Concierge: Yes, sir. Shall I have some Vodka martinis sent up?
James Bond: Shaken, not stirred.

James Bond: There are a few things I'd like to check out first, sir. That sniper, for instance.
M: Yes. I've read Saunders report. You jeopardized the entire mission to avoid shooting a beautiful girl.
James Bond: Not exactly, sir. I took a split second decision. It was instinct.

James Bond: Lovely girl with the cello.
Saunders: Forget the ladies for once, Bond.

James Bond: Relax Georgi. Our engineers have spent months perfecting this.
General Georgi Koskov: How many times have you done this before?
James Bond: You're the first.

James Bond: Cheer up, Saunders. The operation's a success. And officially, its still yours.
Saunders: I have no intention of leaving it at that, 007! I'm reporting to M that you deliberately missed. Your orders were to kill that sniper.
James Bond: Stuff my orders! I only kill professionals. That girl didn't know one end of her rifle from the other. Go ahead. Tell M what you want. If he fires me, I'll thank him for it. Whoever she was, it must have scared the living daylights out of her.

Q: Stun gas! Effective range - oh, about five feet. Disorientates any normal person for about - oh, 30 seconds.
James Bond: You don't find too many normal people in this business, Q.

Kara Milovy: What happened?
James Bond: He got the boot.

James Bond: That was damn stupid.

General Georgi Koskov: What's this? From Harrods - a godsend! The food here is horrible.
James Bond: The foie gras is excellent.
General Georgi Koskov: Da-da-da. As Russians say, "Heart and stomachs, good comrades made." Head cheese, caviar, well that's peasant food for us, but, with champagne its okay. Bollinger R.D. - the best.

James Bond: Just taking the Aston Martin out for a quick spin, Q.
Q: Be careful, 007. Its just had a new coat of paint.

Q: Una Yakov. Confirmed kills - 3. Probable kills - 2. Assassination methods - strangulation with hands or thighs.
Miss Moneypenny: Why, James, she's just your type.
James Bond: Wrong again, Moneypenny. You are.
Miss Moneypenny: I'll file that with the other secret information around here.

James Bond: I know a great restaurant in Karachi. We can just make dinner.

Saunders: It was bought recently, at auction in New York. Lot 1-2-4, the "Lady Rose" a cello by Stradivarius of Cremona. 1724. Sold for $150,000 - to Brad Whitaker.
James Bond: Whitaker? The arms dealer?
Saunders: The same.

James Bond: Keep this between ourselves.
Miss Moneypenny: That girl must be very talented.
James Bond: Believe me, my interest in her is purely professional.

Q: We packed the finder with a highly concentrated plastic explosive. Sufficient to remove a door of any safe. Its magnetic. The actuating signal is personalized.
James Bond: What's my code?
Q: Most appropriate: a wolf whistle.