Bond enters a swish bar
BOND: Give me a martini - shaken, not stirred.
BARTENDER: We don't have have any ice.
BOND: Ok...just a martini then.
BARTENDER: I don't think we have any Mart -
BOND: Just give me any f**king alcoholic drink!
BARTENDER: (PAUSE) You know you shouldn't be in here. What happened to the meetings?
BOND: Look, you don't know me...or what I'm capable of. (BEAT) Get him, Q!!!!!!!!!!
BARTENDER: Seriously, you need to see a doctor Jim. This 'secret agent' and 'imaginary friends with code-names' schtick has gone too far.
BOND: Maybe I should just go home to bed.
BARTENDER: It's for the best, Jim.
Bond leaves the bar
BARTENDER: (On phone) He's coming out now.
5 men put a blanket over bond's head and throw him in the back of a van.
