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“A dry martini,” [Bond] said. “One. In a deep champagne goblet.”
“Oui, monsieur.”
“Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon peel. Got it?”
“Certainly, monsieur.” The barman seemed pleased with the idea.
“Gosh, that’s certainly a drink,” said Leiter.
Bond laughed. “When I’m...er...concentrating,” he explained, “I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink’s my own invention. I’m going to patent it when I can think of a good name.”
—Ian Fleming, Casino Royale, Chapter 7, “Rouge et Noir’
Sean Connery IS James Bond. Period.
I ordered a margarita when I sat at a bar earlier this week. Not very Bond-ish, but I did get it made with Herradura and Cointreau.
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"Say good-bye to Felix."
'"Huh?"
"Man talk". [followed by a nice slap on the butt]
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Those were the days!
Bond's hedonism was part of the road to where we are now.
BFL
The only reason Bond has survived male feminization is because he’s British, conceived by a Brit, movies made by EON Productions (Brit), surrounded by Brit staff & & writers & crew and not influenced that much by Hollywood.
Once Hollyweird gets their hand on the franchise, he’ll change.