Μετά από το “Quantum of Folace” όπως είπε κι ένας φίλος είπα να δω ξανά το Casino Royale σήμερα ώστε να δω λίγο καλό Bond. Να δω λίγο από εκείνους τους υπέροχους διαλόγους. Και πάει κάπως έτσι…
Vesper walks up to Bond and seats herself across from him
Vesper: I’m the money.
Bond puts down his menu and regards her with an amused smile.
Bond: Every penny of it.
Vesper puts her business card on the table.
Vesper: The Treasury has agreed to stake you in the game.
Bond: ‘Vesper’? I hope you gave your parents hell for that.
Vesper takes menu from porter.
Vesper Thank you.(to the porter)
Your boss must have some influence. I’ve never seen so go much go out the door so quickly.
Bond: Or so stylishly. May I ask where it is?
Vesper: Ten million was wired to your account in Montenegro, with a contingency for five million more, if I deem it a prudent investment. (As if curious) I suppose you’ve given some thought to the notion that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism. (re:menu) What looks good?
Cut to exterior of train
Back to Vesper and Bond in dining car. Clear that they have just finished their meal. Bond fills Vespers wine glass
Vesper: Oh, so you’re telling me it’s a matter of probability and odds; I was worried there was some chance involved.
Bond: Only if one assumes that the person with the best hand always wins.
Vesper: So that would be what you call ‘bluffing’?
Bond: You know the term. Then you may have also heard that in poker you don’t play your hand, you play the man across from you.
Vesper: And you’re good at reading people.
Bond : Which is why I’ve been able to detect the undercurrent of sarcasm in your voice.
Vesper : I am now assured our money is in good hands.
Bond: from which one might surmise you aren’t overwhelmingly supportive of this plan of action.
Vesper: So there is a plan? Excellent. Somehow I got the impression we were risking ten million dollars and hundreds of people’s lives on a game of luck. What else can you surmise?
Bond: About you?….Well your beauty is a problem. You worry that you won’t be taken seriously….
Vesper: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain.
Bond: Tue, but this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing and being more aggressive than her female colleagues, which gives her a somewhat prickly demeanor and, ironically, makes her less likely to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurity for arrogance. I would normally have said only child, but by the way you ignored the quip about your name and your parents I would go with orphan?
Vesper: All right….by the cut of your suit you went to Oxford or wherever and actually think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, that my guess is you didn’t come from money and all your school chums rubbed that in your face every day, which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity, hence the chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to orphan, that what I’d say you are. sees a slight reaction. Oh you are. And it makes sense since MI6 looks for maladjusted young men who’d give little thought to sacrificing others in others to protect queen and country. You know former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. Rolex?
Vesper: Beautiful. Now having just met you I wouldn’t g as far as calling you a cold hearted b-a-s-t-a-r-d.
Bond : Of course not.
Vesper: But it wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine that you think of women as disposable pleasures rather than meaningful pursuits, so as charming as you are, I will be keeping my eye on our government’s money and off your perfectly formed arse.
Bond: You noticed.
Vesper: Even accountants have imaginations. How was your lamb?
Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.
Vesper rises to her feet and gathers her bag.
Vesper: Good evening Mr. Bond.
Bond: Good evening Miss Lynd.
Bond, Watches her leave, smiling.
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