Casino Royale (1967) cast and crew credits, including actors, actresses, directors, writers and more. Directed by Val Guest, Ken Hughes, John Huston. With David Niven, Peter Sellers, Ursula Andress, Orson Welles. In an early spy spoof, aging Sir James Bond comes out of retirement to take on SMERSH. When the French Legionairre comes in in the final fight scene, he hits a man and immediately writhes his hand in pain and says 'Merde!' Sir James Bond asks him what he means, and he translates it a 'Ooooch!' In actual fact, 'Merde' is the French translation of 'sh.t'. He does exactly the same when seen later.

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Bond: So you want me to be half-monk, half-hitman.
M: Any thug can kill. I need you to take your ego out of the equation.

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Vesper: It doesn't bother you; killing all those people?
Bond: Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if it did.

Bond: I already have a dinner jacket.
Vesper: There are dinner jackets and then there are dinner jackets; this is the latter. And I need you to look like a man who belongs at that table.
Bond: How... it's tailored?
Vesper: I sized you up the moment we met.

Bond: I've got a little itch, down there. Do you mind?

Vesper: Arrogance and self-awareness seldom go hand in hand.

Vesper: [Getting into the lift.] Take the next one. There isn't enough room for me and your ego.

Solange: You like married women, don't you, James?
Bond: It keeps things simple.

Bond: Why do people who can't take advice always insist on giving it?

Mendel: Helloooooo!
Bond: Did you bring any chocolates?
Mendel: I'm afraid not. [Laughs.]

Vesper: You love me?
Bond: Enough to quit and float round the world with you... until one of us has to find an honest job. But I think that's going have to be you. I've no idea what an honest job is.

Mr. White: Hello?
Bond: Mr. White? We need to talk.
Mr. White: Who is this?
Bond: The name's Bond. James Bond.

Bond: I always thought M was a randomly assigned letter. I had no idea it stood for -
M: [quickly interrupting] Utter one more syllable and I'll have you killed.

Villiers: [M has just been woken up out of a sound sleep by a phone call from MI6] It's James... it seems he's in the Bahamas.
M: [irritated] You woke me up to tell me his holiday plans?
Villier: Well, he's logged into our secure website... using your name and password.

Le Chiffre: Tell them I'll get the money.
Mr. White: Money isn't as valuable to our organization as knowing who to trust.

Vesper: So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond... I'll keep my eyes on our government's money and off your perfectly formed arse.
Bond: You noticed.
Vesper: Even accountants have imagination.
Bond: How was your lamb?
Vesper: Skewered.
Bond: One sympathizes.

Bond: [to Dryden] I know where you keep your gun.

Bond: [Of M] Listen, you go and find her, tell her to call Security at Miami Airport because I think a bomb is about to go off. Do it now.
Villiers: Sorry, can I put you on hold?
Bond: I thought you might.

Vesper: Am I going to have a problem with you, Mr. Bond?
Bond: No, don't worry, you're not my type.
Vesper: Smart?
Bond: Single.

Bond: [Of Le Chiffre] He's all yours.
Leiter: Much appreciated, brother.

Vesper: You love me?
Bond: Enough to travel the world with you until one of us has to take an honest job... which I think is going to have to be you, because I have no idea what an honest job is.

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Gettler: I'll kill her!
Bond: Allow me.

Receptionist: Welcome to the Hotel Splendid. Your name, sir?
Bond: James Bond. You'll find the reservation under Beech.

Le Chiffre: You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure. And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge that - if you do not yield soon enough - there will be little left to identify you as a man. The only question remains: will you yield, in time?

Le Chiffre: Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.

M: You don't trust anyone, do you?
Bond: No.
M: Then you've learned your lesson.

Mr White: You asked for the introduction. That's all my organization will guarantee.

Vesper: I can't resist waking you. Every time I do you look at me as if you hadn't seen me in years. Makes me feel reborn.
Bond: If you had just been born wouldn't you be naked?

Leiter: I should have introduced myself, seeing as we're related. I'm Felix Leiter, your brother from Langley.
[sees that Bond has a knife]
Leiter: You should have faith. As long as you keep your head about you, I think you could have him.
Bond: Had. Excuse me.
Leiter: You're not buying in?
Bond: No.
Leiter: Listen, I'm bleeding chips. I'm not going to last much longer. You have a better chance. I'll stake you. I'm saying I'll give you the money to keep going. Just one thing- you pull it off, the CIA brings him in.
Bond: And what about the winnings?
Leiter: Does it look like we need the money?

Vesper: [Bond delivers her a cocktail dress] Something you expect me to wear?
Bond: I need you looking fabulous.

M: You've got a bloody cheek.
Bond: Sorry. I'll shoot the camera first next time.
M: Or yourself.

Bond: [after reading a note left by M and seeing the Aston Martin] I love you too M.

Vesper: So?
Bond: You want to do what to me?
Vesper: You've lost me completely.
Bond: You just said you can't wait to get me back to the room.

Le Chiffre: You've changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I do hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire?
Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.

Bond: Now the whole world will know that you died scratching my balls!

Bond: Dry Martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
Bond: Wait... three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.
Bartender: Yes, sir.
Tomelli: You know, I'll have one of those.
Infante: So will I.
Bartender: Certainly.
Leiter: My friend, bring me one as well, keep the fruit.
Le Chiffre: [annoyed] That's it? Hm? Anyone want to play poker now?
Leiter: Someone's in a hurry.

Bond: [Receiving his cover story from a porter] Apparently we're very much in love.
Vesper: Do you usually leave it to porters to tell you this sort of thing?

Bond: I think I'll call it a Vesper.
Vesper: Because of the bitter aftertaste?
Bond: No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you want to drink.

M: I would ask you if you could remain emotionally detached but I don't think that's your problem, is it, Bond?

Dryden: If the theatrics are supposed to scare me... then you have got the wrong man, Bond.

Bond: The job's done and the bitch is dead.

Vesper: How was your lamb?
Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.

Vesper: If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you'd still be more of a man than anyone I've ever known.
Bond: That's because you know what I can do with my little finger...

Vesper: 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.