Bond is sitting at a bar in his tux, nursing a vodka martini, when a stunning brunette sits at the empty barstool to his left and confidently orders a vodka martini of her own.
BOND: I admire your choice, Miss...?
BRUNETTE: Conda. Anna Conda. [Looks at Bond's left hand]. I admire your wristwatch, Mr...?
BOND: Bond, James Bond. Thanks, it's an Omega. A remarkable feat of engineering, if I may say so -- I designed it myself.
BRUNETTE [coldly and objectively]: Oh please, do tell.
BOND: Well Anna, in addition to telling the time, it's a geiger counter, a powerful magnet, and a saw that can slice through rope.
BRUNETTE [still unimpressed]: All you are saying may be true. Go on.
BOND: Best of all, it has a high-definition video camera that can store up to 12 hours of footage.
BRUNETTE: I don't believe you.
BOND: Fine, I'll prove it to you. Tell me about...oh, your dress. [Bond positions the watch so that the camera is focused on Anna, and proceeds to record 60 seconds of footage as Anna describes her clothing.]
BOND: OK, let's see the recording. [Bond hits the playback, which to both of their surprise shows 60 seconds of Anna naked in bed making bedroom eyes and lascivious gestures to the camera].
BRUNETTE [horrified]: You presume a great deal, Mr. Bond. What the hell was that?!?
BOND [tapping the watch, annoyed]: Oh bloody hell, damn thing's an hour fast.
Hilly...you old devil!