How time flies.
Yes, well, 007, why don't you establish a record by actually returning this one...[Presses a button on his remote] Your new transportation.
The ultimate in British engineering. [Walks onto the platform. His image distorts around whatever is on the platform]
You must be joking!
As I learned from my predecessor, Bond, I never joke about my work. Aston Martin calls it the Vanquish, we call it "The Vanish." [Presses a button on his remote, exposing a new sportscar]
Oh, very good.
Adaptive camouflage. Tiny cameras on all sides project the image they see onto a light-emitting polymer skin on the opposite side. See, to the casual eye, it's as good as invisible. Plus, all the usual refinements: ejector seat, torpedoes, target-seeking shotguns to shoot down mobile objects. [Reaches into the car, pulls out a big manual, handing it to Bond] Why don't you acquaint yourself with the manual? You should be able to shoot through that in a couple of hours. [Bond tosses the manual in the air. The activated target-seeking shotguns promptly blast it to pieces]
Just took a few seconds, Q.
Wish I could make you vanish.
