It always makes me feel a little melancholy - a grand old war ship, being ignominiously hauled away to scrap. The inevitability of time, don't you think? What do you see?
A bloody big ship. Excuse me. [rising to leave.]
007. [Bond reacts and sits back down.] I'm your new Quartermaster.
You must be joking.
Why, because I'm not wearing a lab coat?
Because you still have spots.
My complexion is hardly relevant.
Your competence is.
Age is no guarantee of efficiency.
And youth is no guarantee of innovation.
I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pyjamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.
Oh, so why do you need me?
Every now and then, a trigger has to be pulled.
Or not pulled. It's hard to know which in your pyjamas. [Beat] Q. [offers his hand.]
007.

