This stuff practically writes itself. I don't know what the problem is, frankly.

[evening, office interior]
Bond enters M's office

M: Bond?! I thought you got fucked to absolute bits by missiles on an island?!

Bond: No. I was having a wank in a shed.

M: How was it?

Bond: The wank? Magic.

M [using intercom]: Moneypenny. Tell Q I need him to build me a shed. Yes, for wanking!

My DMs are open, by the way. Not just for Bond; I'll fix plot holes simply and effectively for any large movie franchise, if the price is right.x

That's a brilliant plan and I'm here for it.
Sorry for your loss.

That's the thing. It's neither. The real guy has an outrageous Greek accent.

The best summation of class in the States I ever heard was:
• Name on your shirt is working class;
• Name on your desk is middle class;
• Name on the building is upper class.

Not sure that works any more though.

It's like Superman just taking off his glasses. Hiding in plain sight. Quest is just Calder with his teeth in.

I am fond of the music of Giorgio Moroder so it had some impact, I guess.

I used to go out with a girl called Eilidh, and it was only when I had to write a Valentine's Day card en route to a hot date that I realised I had no idea how to spell it. I had to go into a shop and ask an old lady. No smartphones in them days!

You can't even say Christmas now or you'll be arrested because of woke or whatever. We should get back to the good old days when racism was apparently hilarious, horrific accidents at work were de rigueur, and people died senseless deaths from perfectly treatable illnesses.

Nah. Have to get yet another paid service for €12.99 a month here. Scandal.

I hope the front row had their remembrance cagoules on then.