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| Excuse me, the name's Bond. James Bond. I have a reservation here. | |
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| Of course it is. And I'm Jesus. | |
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| Mr. Bond? Wouldn't you like to visit your room and take a tour of the villa? | |
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| Um... I have some business with a bad man I must attend to. | |
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Two hours, four hundred dry martinis and half a condom later...
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| Oi! *hic* Wha-a you mean I go-a leave?! I go-a kill the bad guy and sleep *hic* with your wife, you prick! | |
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| Sir, I don't have a wife, so you're just making yourself look bad. | |
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