The name’s Bond. Ionic Bond.
Taken, not shared.
|Bartlet:||It's gonna tell us what your refund is, but I've done a quick calculation, and it'll be $700.|
|Charlie:||That's what I got, too.|
|Bartlet:||You spent it already, haven't you?|
|Charlie:||I'm getting a scan DVD player with MP3 playback. Free shipping and tax, it's $499, which will leave enough leftover to buy a great DVD I found on eBay.|
|Bartlet:||Yeomen of the Guard?|
|Charlie:||Oh, how well you know me, Mr. President. On Her Majesty's Secret Service.|
|Bartlet:||Can I tell you what's messed up about James Bond?|
|Bartlet:||"Shaken, not stirred" will get you cold water with a dash of gin and dry vermouth. The reason you stir it with a special spoon is so not to chip the ice. James is ordering a weak martini and being snooty about it.|
|Charlie:||Well, I'll reflect on that while watching my digital enhanced picture with theater-quality sound.|