Someday I will be in a place where I can say “Martini” instead of “Martini… Gin… Dry… Stirred…Yes… I’m sure…” 
Pictures?
What, they don’t ask you to specify the olive, too? 
But then you should like the Daniel Craig version’s take on that issue …
Bond: *(just having lost his entire stake in the game) *Vodka martini!
Bartenter: Shaken or stirred?
Bond: Do I look like I give a damn?
Personally, I’m still trying to work up courage to order my version of Ian Fleming’s Vesper cocktail. For anyone who wants to give it a go:2 measures of potato vodka (I’m using Blue Ice, though I suspect a real connisseour would pick Teton Glacier)
1 measure of Beefeater Dry Gin
1/2 measure of Lillet Blanc
Mix over ice and stir or agitate gently.
Strain into cocktail glass rimmed with fresh lemon rind.
Add a thin slice of lemon.
Enjoy.
It really is “not half bad”. But as with my dream geek girl Sarah Vowell’s embarassment about ordering canolli in Corleone, I can’t bring myself to actually order one in a bar or restaurant, especially since I’ll have to explain it about three times to the average bartender (and I certainly wouldn’t do this any time other than dead empty).
In other ways, though, I’m totally James Bond. I was watching Goldfinger last night and noticing the similarities. I have a multifunction watch (although it’s admittedly not a Rolex or Omega), a display in my car that tracks my position and gives me navigation information, a compact portable device that lets me send and receive encrypted communications from around the globe, a wide-ranging knowledge of liquor, crazy driving and marksmanship skills, et cetera. Now all I need is the compulsive gambling habit, a sexual mania dysfunction, a detached and nearly sociopathic attitude to cold-blooded murder, a megalomaniac archnemesis with a sprawling worldwide network of underground lairs, and a willingness to sacrifice anyone to complete my mission for Queen and country, and I’ll be all set.
"It’s an assignment, like any other. And if you can’t treat it as such, coldly and objectively, 008 can replace you. "
Stranger
Stirring drinks is for metrosexuals. A spy doesn’t have the patience for that type of fustiness.
Wow, you should be, like, Time’s person of the year or something.
Dude, I’ve been saying this for years. That and the Nobel Prize in Physics. But does anyone nominate me? Noooooo.
Stranger
Stirring drinks is for people who don’t want to wind up with more water than gin in their drink.
Make mine a gibson, please.
I was in an airport once when a page came through of the public address system.
Pageing a Mr Bond, James Bond. Bond, James Bond.
Dude, you were Person of the Year last year. :dubious:
Quit whining! 