all the gold, guns, girls

"Vodka Martini." "Shaken or stirred?" "Do I look like I give a damn?"
Bond 2.0

“You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armour back on. That’s that.”
“I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I’m yours.”

“You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armour back on. That’s that.”

“I have no armour left. You’ve stripped it from me. Whatever is left of me - whatever is left of me - whatever I am - I’m yours.”

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