“Welcome to the Fresco Vincente ice palace and casino, Mr....?”
“Bond, James Bond......PHOTO!”
“I'm sorry?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Why, that Beluga Caviar looks exquisite.”
“I'll have the waiter fetch you a plate, Mr. Bond....meanwhile, please feel free to mingle. As you can see, this game attracts some of Europe's greatest players.”
“Indeed. I see the great and the good of politics and beyond are present here this evening....PHOTO! PHOTO! PHOTO!”
“You....um....you seem to keep yelling the word photo in a flat, monotone voice, Mr. Bond. Is something wrong?”
“Not at all. Merely observing what picturesque surroundings we're in.”
“I see.....ah, your Beluga has arrived. And a glass of Champagne in accompaniment.”
“Why, thank you..................”
“Everything okay, Mr. Bond? You seem hesitant.”
“No, only that...”
“Come, come, Mr. Bond. This is a friendly evening of card playing. You don't think I'd try to poison a guest... Ha ha ha....”
“Of course not. Ha ha.... ANALYSE!!!”
“Analyse? Did you just say 'analyse'??”
“No.”
“But you did, you....!”
“I said 'And...I....lies.”
“............What?”
“...'And I lies to ya face, son'...is what I was saying.”
“You lie to my....why would you lie to my face?”
“Because.....I'm......wearing...spy glasses???”
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