“All right. By the cut of your suit you went to Oxford, or wherever. Naturally, you think human beings dress like that. However, you wear it with such disdain my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your schoolfriends never let you forget it. Which means you were at that school by the grace of someone else’s charity, hence the chip on your shoulder, and since your 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 to protect queen and country. You know. Former SAS types with easy smiles and expensive watches. Rolex?”
“Omega.”
“Beautiful. Now, having just met you, I wouldn’t go so far as calling you ‘cold-hearted bastard’…”
“No. Of course not.”
“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.”
“You noticed.”
“Even accountants have imagination.”

CASINO ROYALE (2006)