Quinn: It seems to us that you've got just about every willing terrorist organisation, criminal gang and unfriendly foreign intelligence service right up your rectum. There's a contract out for you. A unique contract. Somebody has made an offer, to coin a phrase, none of them can refuse.
Bond: Okay, break it to me gently. What am I worth?
Quinn: Oh, they don't want all of you. Just your head.
