Don't shoot him, yet. Hold your fire. Welcome to my world crisis, Mr. Bond! Even trade,...

[Bond has taken Gupta hostage and is negotiating with Carver to exchange him for Wai Lin, who herself is being held captive by Carver] Elliot Carver: [to Stamper and his security forces regarding Bond] Don't shoot him, yet. Mr. Stamper: [to his men over a two-way radio] Hold your fire. Elliot Carver: Welcome to my world crisis, Mr. Bond! James Bond: Even trade, Elliot; Gupta for Wai Lin. You can't fire the missile without him. Elliot Carver: [Holding Wai Lin at gunpoint] And it seems you can't resist any woman in my possession. Wai-Lin: What are you waiting for, shoot him! James Bond: [to Wai Lin] I told you, we're gonna finish this together! Elliot Carver: How romantic! Do you realize how absurd your position is? James Bond: No more absurd than starting a war for ratings. Elliot Carver: Great men have always manipulated the media to save the world. Look at William Randolph Hearst, who told his photographers, "You provide the pictures, I'll provide the war." I've just taken it one step further. [Bond open fires on one of Stamper's men, killing him] James Bond: Sorry about that, I've tuned out there for a moment, Elliot. Elliot Carver: [to Bond] Touché. [to Gupta] Elliot Carver: Mr. Gupta, is the missile ready to fire? Gupta: Press the magic button, Beijing disappears. Elliot Carver: Well, it seems you've outlived your contract! [Carver shoots Gupta] Elliot Carver: You see, Mr. Bond, I have a backup plan James Bond: Uh-huh. So do I. [Bond remotely releases a grenade from a case and detonates it, breaching the hull of the stealth boat]

- Don't shoot him yet. - Hold your fire. Welcome to my world crisis, Mr. Bond. Even trade, Elliot. Gupta for Wai Lin. You can't fire the missile without him. And it seems you can't resist any woman in my possession. What are you waiting for? Shoot him. I told you. We're gonna finish this together. How romantic. Don't you realize how absurd your position is? No more absurd than starting a war for ratings. Great men have always manipulated the media to save the world. Look at William Randolph Hearst, who told his photographers, "You provide the pictures. I'll provide the war." I've just taken it one step further. Sorry about that. I tuned out there for a moment, Elliot. Touché. Mr. Gupta, is the missile ready to fire? Press the magic button, Beijing disappears. Then it seems you've outlived your contract. You see, Mr. Bond, I have a backup plan. Uh-huh? So do I. He's breached the hull. They'll see us on radar. We have a small, intermittent contact on the surface. Plot a bearing of 112 degrees. Very weak signal. Can't get the range, but it wasn't there a second ago. Yeoman, tell all ships: "Do not fire on the Chinese for any reason whatsoever." Send a message in the clear to the Chinese: "Have sighted unknown ship..." Get those fires out! Get down there and protect the missile. Mr. Stamper, would you please kill those bastards?