The name’s Bond. Ionic Bond.
Taken, not shared.
Basically, I believe in peace, and bashing two bricks together.
| 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? |
| Charlie: | Nothing. |
| 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. |
but the theme song for You Only Live Twice is kind of shit.
Can’t go wrong.
