Morning, Q. Sorry about the leg. Skiing?
Hunting!
A pen. This is a Class 4 grenade. Three clicks arms the four-second fuse... [clicks it three times] another three [clicks it three times again] disarms it.
Oh, grow up, 007.
They always said the pen was mightier than the sword.
Thanks to me, they were right. [walks over to a dummy] Look, let's ask Fred here to demonstrate for us. Here we are. Sorry about this, Fred. One, two, three… [places the pen in Fred's shirt pocket, arms it, and runs to cover. The resulting explosion obliterates Fred from the waist up. to Bond] Don't say it!
…the writing's on the wall?
Along with the rest of him!
So, back where we started, James. Your friend, or the mission? Drop the gun, I'll let her live.
Ourumov, what does this Cossack promise you? [Ourumov's face changes] You knew, didn't you? He's a Lienz Cossack!
It's in the past.
He'll betray you! [murmurs] Just like everyone else.
Is this true?
What's true is that in 48 hours, you and I will have more money than God. And Mr. Bond here will have a small memorial service, with only Moneypenny and a few tearful restaurateurs in attendance.
