Vesper Lynd: So as charming as you are, Mr. Bond, I will be keeping my eye on our government's money… and off your perfectly formed arse.
James Bond: You noticed?
Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb?

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Vesper, believing she's put James in his place, acts as if her poor assessment of Bond was little more than polite dinner conversation.

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