James Bond: Now the whole world's gonna know that you died scratching my balls!
Le Chiffre: Oh... I died? I died?
James Bond: Yeah! 'Cause no matter what you do, I'm not gonna give you the password which means your clients are gonna hunt you down and cut you into little pieces of meat while you're still breathing. Because if you kill me, there'll be nowhere else to hide.
Le Chiffre: But you are so wrong! 'Cause even after I slaughtered you and your little girlfriend, your people would still welcome me with open arms... because they need... what I know.
James Bond: The big picture.
Le Chiffre: Give me the password, and I will at least let her live. Bond, do it soon enough and she might even be in one piece. You really aren't going to tell me, are you?
James Bond: No.
After being stuck five times in his privates with a knotted rope Bond starts laughing.