A Martini. Shaken, Not Stirred.

I Admit I'm Being Paid Well, But It's No More Than I Deserve. After All, I've Been Screwed More Times Than A Hooker.

Nothing Is Impossible, Only Mathematically Improbable.

After I Began To Make Some Money, My Brain-damaged Accountant Put Me In One Business After Another That Went Bad. The Only One That Panned Out Was A Small Bank, An Old Scottish Firm With London Offices In Pall Mall. I Was A Director. We Sold Out To A Larger Bank. That Was The Only Successful Venture I've Had, Apart From Acting.

When You Hear Someone From The Very North Of Scotland Speaking, I Think Its Nice, Very Musical And Harmonious.

Love May Not Make The World Go Round, But I Must Admit That It Makes The Ride Worthwhile.