— I've got something for you. <...> You arm it by pressing that button there. Like that. See? Right. Now wear that. Right. Now... Whistle
the first bars of "Rule, Britannia." Stun gas. Effective range? Ooh, about five feet. Disorientates any normal person for about... Ooh, 30 seconds. <...>
— What is it to blow up the room — "God Save the Queen"?
— Morning, Q.
— Good morning, 007. This way, please. My, we are busy this morning. It's not perfected yet.
— Where's my Bentley?
— Oh, it's had its day, I'm afraid.
— But it's never let me down.
— M's orders, 007. You'll be using this Aston Martin D85, with modifications. Now, pay attention, please. Windscreen, bulletproof. As are the side and the rear windows. Revolving number plates, naturally. Valid all countries. Here's a nice little transmitting device called a homer. You prime it by pressing that back like this. You see? The smaller model is now standard field issue, to be fitted into the heel of your shoe. Its larger brother is magnetic. Right. To be concealed in the car you're trailing while you keep out of sight. Reception on the dashboard here. Auto-visual. Range, 150 miles.
— Ingenious. And useful, too. Allow a man to stop off for a quick one en route.
— It has not been perfected after years of patient research entirely for that purpose, 007. And incidentally, we'd appreciate its return, along with all
your other equipment, intact, for once, when you return from the field.
