James Bond Sketch

I'm not sure if this works or not so I'll let the good people of BSG decide. Thanks in advance guys!

STRAWBERRY FIELDS (BOND GIRL) AND JAMES BOND'S ENEMY DOMINIC GREENE ARE TALKING.

Fields: What have you done to him?

Greene: (LAUGHS) Let's just say, Mr Bond will not be interrupting us this evening.

Fields: What do you mean? (BEAT) What have you done to him?

Greene: You see, Mr Bond hasn't been completely true with either of us.

Fields: I don't understand.

Greene: He's not the smart, handsome and courageous man he makes himself out to be. No, James Bond didn't grow up in a posh stately home and he never did eat the finest foods available to man.

Fields: He didn't?

Greene: No, James Bond grew up above a chip shop (BEAT) in the Wirral.

Fields: What? No, it can't be true, that would mean he's a…

Greene: Scouser.

Fields: No!

JAMES BOND THEN INTERUPTS

Bond: The name's Bond, James Bond.

Greene: Drop the act Bond, we all know the truth. (BEAT) You're a scouser.

Bond: (SIGHS) Thank f**k for that, all these bleeding years keeping up that sodding accent, and I'll be honest with you, it was doing my head in.

Fields: So, it's true? You're a scouser?

Bond: Yes, but I'm still the same man you know and love. Ok, so I don't drive an Aston Martin.

Fields: You don't?

Bond: No, I have a 1997 Ford Escort. 20,000 miles on the engine. Nice little runner, well get's me from A to B, little…

Fields: What about the Martini's?

Bond: Oh I've never liked them, I mean shaken not stirred? What a twat! Nah, much prefer a blue WKD. Hit's the spot every time. But with this credit crunch lark, their starting to get a little expensive, may have to…

Greene: I'm sorry I have to interrupt this little Q&A session, but I've got a nice little Aston Martin out there that's waiting for me in my quest to take over the world. (LAUGHS)

Bond: You'll have hard time doing that.

Greene: You think so do you?

Bond: Yeah, I've just put your ‘Aston Martin' up on bricks.

I think you haver your suprise reveal a bit early on, and it kind of kills it for me.

And ... sorry to be a pedant ... but coming from the Wirral doesn't make you a Scouser, just as coming from Dagenham or Bromley doesn't make you a Cockney.