M : "This is your mission Bond... We need booze, and fags, and for you to stop the ultranationalists before they blow up space! To help you, Q has come up with some new inventions..."
Q : "Now listen closely, Bond, I have a box that runs on pixie dust. Open it, and it will sing a gentle lullaby to cause your enemies to drift off to sleep. Here is a giant KitKat, I'm sure you can find a use for it in the field, and here is a CD of Chris de Burgh's hits. If you play it loud enough, you will cause your enemies to vomit uncontrollably."
Bond : "Great, that's great, fine fine fine. Can I just have some biscuits!?"