looks for maladjusted young men, who give little thought to sacrificing others in order to protect queen and country. You know... former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. [Glances at his wrist] Rolex? Bond: Omega. Vesper:
Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn't go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard... Bond:
No, of course not. Vesper:
But it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine you think of women as disposable pleasures, rather than meaningful pursuits. 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
You noticed? Vesper:
Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb? Bond:
Skewered. One sympathizes.