No one said the old version of Casino Royale?

Mata Bond: Oh! You want me to be a spy - like mum, huh? Well.

Sir James: Family tradition, my dear.

Mata Bond: Do I get an exploding brief case and a secret transmitter?

Sir James: That won't be necessary.

Mata Bond: Well, I have to have some equipment.

Sir James: Your mother wiped out three divisions of infantry and five brigades of calvary and, well, frankly, she had much less equipment than you have.

Polo: You must forgive me, I lose control of myself. I'm a mad fool. Mad.

Mata Bond: You want an argument?

Polo: Remember, forget everything I tell you.

Mata Bond: My lips are sealed.

Polo: Lips! Those lips that...

Mata Bond: Run. Run along, son.