He may need Viagra now, but the trigger finger still works. He’s the man with the golden gun, but we still need him.
M calls him out of his retirement at the Playboy Mansion. For the game is afoot. General Flynn has resigned and left for Moscow.
He laughed like a loon, as he fled to the Moscow neighborhood, now called Snowdonville.
M glared at Bond. “Your nation needs you.”
“Of course my nation needs me!” He hadn’t had his first martini yet, he was grumpy, and not his usual suave self. Then, in a gravelly voice not yet awake, he growled, trying to sound like Churchill, without the cigar. “The Russian Bear, ma’am, is still a bear.” The name of their secret service may change, but Russia is Russia, Czarist, Communist, or Putinist. What is my mission, Ma’am?”
“Get Goldfinger! I mean Flynn!