overdose Quotes

[Alvy Singer does a stand-up comic act for a college audience]
Alvy Singer: I was thrown out of N.Y.U. my freshman year for cheating on my metaphysics final, you know. I looked within the soul of the boy sitting next to me. When I was thrown out, my mother, who was an emotionally high-strung woman, locked herself in the bathroom and took an overdose of Mah-Jongg tiles. I

was depressed at that time. I was in analysis. I was suicidal as a matter of fact and would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian, and, if you kill yourself, they make you pay for the sessions you miss.

Gustav Graves: [Spoiler Quote]
[Miranda point her gun at Graves]
Gustav Graves: So... Miss Frost is not all she seems.
James Bond: Looks can be deceptive.
Gustav Graves: Yes. By the way, did you find out who betrayed you in North Korea?
James Bond: Only a matter of time.

Gustav Graves: You never even thought of looking inside your own organization?
[Miranda turns against MI6 by pointing the gun at James]
Gustav Graves: She was right under your nose.
Miranda Frost: [James shoots, but his gun is empty] It was so good of you to bring your gun in bed with us.
James Bond:

Yes. Occupational hazard.
[throws the empty pistol on the floor]
Gustav Graves: You see, I have a gift. An instinct for sensing people's weaknesses. Yours is women. Hers and mine are winning, whatever the cost. So when I arranged for that fatal overdose for the true victor at Sydney, I won myself my very own MI6 agent, using everthing at my disposal - her brains, her

talent, even her sex.
James Bond: The coldest weapon of all.

Tony Wendice: One thousand pounds in cash.
C.A. Swan: For a murder?
Tony Wendice: For a few minutes work, that's all it is. And no risk, I guarantee. That ought to appeal to you. You've been skating on pretty thin ice.
C.A. Swan: I don't know what you're talking about.
Tony Wendice: You

ought to know. It's in all the papers. Middle aged woman found dead due to an overdose of something. Apparently, she'd been taking the stuff for quite some time, and nobody knows where she got it. But we know, don't we? Poor Miss Wallace.
C.A. Swan: This thousand pounds. Where is it?
Tony Wendice: It's in a small attaché case in a check room.

C.A. Swan: Where?
Tony Wendice: Somewhere in London. Of course we don't meet again. As soon as you've delivered the goods, I shall mail you the checkroom ticket and the key to the case. You take this hundred pounds on account.

Scanlon: I'm not actually here for forgiveness, Britt.
Britt Reid: I don't understand.
Scanlon: You understand nothing, so l'm gonna explain it to you very simply. If you ever come across any article regarding a major crime, a man named Benjamin Chudnofsky, or anything that makes this city think I am not the fine line protecting the

light from the darkness, you're gonna bring it to me. You're gonna bring it to me and l'll tell you if it's okay to print in your stupid little newspaper. That's how I did it with your dad. And that's how you and l are gonna do it.
Britt Reid: [feigning disbelief] Scanlon, are you saying you want me to let you write the news?
Scanlon: Finally. You

understand.
Britt Reid: Here's what I understand. That you, son, just got played...
[Britt pulls out a hidden USB recorder disguised as a piece of sushi]
Britt Reid: Recording device. USB. No, you can't have it, it's mine! You stupid schmuck! I got you by the balls, Scanlon. I own a newspaper, genius. This'll be front-page.

Scanlon: I'm impressed.
Britt Reid: You should be.
Scanlon: It won't do you any good.
Britt Reid: How could it not? Are you gonna kill me in this restaurant?
Scanlon: Yes.
Britt Reid: What, you're gonna murder me?
Scanlon: Yeah. Like I

murdered your father.
Britt Reid: I don't think so. My dad was not murdered. He died of a bee sting.
Scanlon: No, no, your father died of an overdose of apitoxin, most commonly found in a bee sting, which he happened to be allergic to. But that apitoxin was administered by me.