From Thunderball

[blond_bondshell]

Bond controlled himself. He summoned a desperate effort at nonchalance, at the throw-away phrase. 'It's just that I'd rather die of drink than thirst. As for the cigarettes, it's really only that I don't know what to do with my hands.' He heard the stale, hangover words fall like clinker in a dead grate. Cut out the schmalz! What you need is a double brandy and soda.

Miss Moneypenny's warm lips pursed into a disapproving line. 'About the hands--that's not what I've heard.'