Bond
In London, April's a spring month.
Jack Wade
Oh yeah? And what are you, the weatherman? I mean, for crying out loud... another stiff-ass Brit, with your secret codes and your passwords. One of these days you guys are gonna learn just to drop it. C'mon, my car's over there.
Bond
After you.
Wade
Thank you.
Bond
[Bond comes up after Wade and traps him with the car door and draws his gun on him]
Like you said, "Drop it".
Wade
All right, in London April is a spring month, whereas in St. Petersburg we're freezing our butts off. Is that close enough for government work?
Bond
No. Show me the rose.
Wade
Please, no. [Bond shoves his gun into Wade] Alright, alright, alright. [unbuckles his pants and shows him his rose tattoo with the name "Muffy"]
Bond
Muffy?
Wade
Third wife. [sticks out his hand] Jack Wade, CIA.
Bond
[shaking Wade's hand]
James Bond, stiff-ass Brit.
