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Everybody Wants to be Us

Graduate Student at Loyola University Chicago. Check out the blog for what I'm currently obsessed with in film and culture. Michael Fassbender, Leonardo DiCaprio, Bradley Cooper, Jennifer Lawrence, Kate Winslet, Christian Bale, Jesse Eisenberg, David Lynch, David Fincher, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese, and Daniel Radcliffe are regulars here.

#casino royale

Vesper Lynd:  What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond? 
James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty’s a problem. You worry you won’t be taken seriously. 
Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain. 
James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I’d have normally gone with “only child,” but by the way you ignored the quip about your parents… I’m going to have to go with “orphan.” 
Vesper Lynd: All right… by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to “orphan,” that’s what I’d say you are. 
[he smiles but says nothing
Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 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
Vesper Lynd: Rolex? 
James Bond: Omega. 
Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard… 
James Bond: No, of course not. 
Vesper Lynd: 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. 
James Bond: You noticed? 
Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb? 
James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes. 
Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond. 
James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd. 

You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armor back on. That’s that.

I have no armor left. You’ve stripped it from me.

Whatever is left of me…whatever is left of me, whatever I am 

I’m yours.

James Bond (Daniel Craig) is back in “Skyfall”.  Ready to fight for Queen and Country.


All right. By the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since you’re first thought about me ran to “orphan,” that’s what I’d say you are. Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 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. 

- Vesper Lynd, Casino Royale

James Bond (Daniel Craig) is back in “Skyfall”.  Ready to fight for Queen and Country.


All right. By the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since you’re first thought about me ran to “orphan,” that’s what I’d say you are. Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 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

- Vesper Lynd, Casino Royale

Vesper Lynd:  What else can you surmise, Mr. Bond? 
James Bond: About you, Miss Lynd? Well, your beauty’s a problem. You worry you won’t be taken seriously. 
Vesper Lynd: Which one can say of any attractive woman with half a brain. 
James Bond: True. But this one overcompensates by wearing slightly masculine clothing. Being more aggressive than her female colleagues. Which gives her a somewhat *prickly* demeanor, and ironically enough, makes it less likely for her to be accepted and promoted by her male superiors, who mistake her insecurities for arrogance. Now, I’d have normally gone with “only child,” but by the way you ignored the quip about your parents… I’m going to have to go with “orphan.” 
Vesper Lynd: All right… by the cut of your suit, you went to Oxford or wherever. Naturally you think human beings dress like that. But you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. Which means that you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity: hence that chip on your shoulder. And since your first thought about me ran to “orphan,” that’s what I’d say you are. 
[he smiles but says nothing
Vesper Lynd: Oh, you are? I like this poker thing. And that makes perfect sense! Since MI6 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
Vesper Lynd: Rolex? 
James Bond: Omega. 
Vesper Lynd: Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn’t go as far as calling you a cold-hearted bastard… 
James Bond: No, of course not. 
Vesper Lynd: 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. 
James Bond: You noticed? 
Vesper Lynd: Even accountants have imagination. How was your lamb? 
James Bond: Skewered! One sympathizes. 
Vesper Lynd: Good evening, Mr. Bond. 
James Bond: Good evening, Ms. Lynd. 

You’re not going to let me in there, are you? You’ve got your armor back on. That’s that.

I have no armor left. You’ve stripped it from me.

Whatever is left of me…whatever is left of me, whatever I am 

I’m yours.

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