Well, one of us smells like a tart’s handkerchief. I’m afraid it’s me. Sorry, old boy.
Mr. Wint: If at first you don’t succeed Mr. Kidd…?
Mr. Kidd: Try, try again, Mr. Wint.
(Actually, this is a ’68. This generation came with 2 doors or 4. The Bond villain car was a 1971.)
