Bond 21
Le Chiffre: You've changed your shirt, Mr Bond. I do hope our little game isn't causing you to perspire?
James Bond: A little. But I won't consider myself to be in trouble until I start weeping blood.
James Bond: Dry Martini.
Bartender: Oui, monsieur.
James Bond: Wait... three measures of Gordon's; one of vodka; half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it over ice, and add a thin slice of lemon peel.
Vesper Lynd: How was your lamb?
James Bond: Skewered. One sympathizes.
Love Casino Royale!! ;D