"As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions."
"So whether you prefer the first one, where Tom Cruise must apprehend a rogue IMF agent and an arms dealer; the second one, where Tom Cruise must apprehend an ex-IMF agent gone rogue, trying to become an arms dealer; the third one, where Tom Cruise is framed as a rogue IMF agent, to take down an arms dealer who's working with the actual rogue IMF agent; or the fourth one, where Tom Cruise's entire team becomes rogue IMF agents, only to be betrayed by an arms dealer..."
— Epic Voice Guy, Honest Trailers
M: I'm afraid this unfortunate Leiter business has, um, clouded your judgment. You have a job to do. I expect you on a plane this afternoon!
James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir.
M: Leave it to the Americans. It's their mess, let them clean it up.
Bond: Sir, they're not going to do anything! I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times.
M: Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks.
Bond: And his WIFE!?
M: This private vendetta could easily compromise Her Majesty's government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally!
Bond: Then you have my resignation, sir!
M: [incensed] We're not a country club, 007! [Beat] Effective immediately, your license to kill is revoked. I require you to hand over your weapon. Now, I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
Bond: [getting out his gun] I guess it's, uh... a farewell to arms.
[Bond beats up M's guards before fleeing]
M: [pulling down a guard's pistol] NO! [in dismay] God help you, Commander...
James Bond: I haven't finished here, sir.
M: Leave it to the Americans. It's their mess, let them clean it up.
Bond: Sir, they're not going to do anything! I owe it to Leiter. He's put his life on the line for me many times.
M: Oh, spare me this sentimental rubbish! He knew the risks.
Bond: And his WIFE!?
M: This private vendetta could easily compromise Her Majesty's government. You have an assignment, and I expect you to carry it out objectively and professionally!
Bond: Then you have my resignation, sir!
M: [incensed] We're not a country club, 007! [Beat] Effective immediately, your license to kill is revoked. I require you to hand over your weapon. Now, I need hardly remind you that you're still bound by the Official Secrets Act.
Bond: [getting out his gun] I guess it's, uh... a farewell to arms.
[Bond beats up M's guards before fleeing]
M: [pulling down a guard's pistol] NO! [in dismay] God help you, Commander...
Nux: What's going on?
War Boy: Treason! Betrayal! An Imperator gone rogue!
War Boy: Treason! Betrayal! An Imperator gone rogue!
"I just got off the phone with our contact at the SRR. He says you haven't been under their employ for the past 6 months, something about going rogue and betraying the organization's trust. Now, let's start fresh, shall we? Who are you really working for?"
