You changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire.
That's it? Hm? Anyone want to play poker now?
I'll get the money. Tell them I'll, I'll get the money
I'll get the money. Tell them I'll, I'll get the money
But you are SO WRONG! 'Cause even after slaughtered you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms... because they need... what I know.
You really aren't going to tell me, are you?
Give me the password, and I will at least let her live.
Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.
You really aren't going to tell me, are you? 
Give me the password, and I will at least let her live. 
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?
Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister.
Weeping blood comes merely from a derangement of the tear duct, my dear General. Nothing sinister. 
Wow. You've taken good care of your body. Such... a waste.