I might have misunderstood that. Perhaps he said, “Call depot lease, foamy.”
At any rate, that fellow knows how to travel in style. Relaxing on the hood of the car is the only way to travel in a subtropical, desert, semiarid, Mediterranean, humid subtropical, marine west coast, or humid continental clime.
I haven’t heard someone refer to an easy play as “a can of corn” in like, forever.
And, magnificently, the man on the right gives him everything he’s got.
There’s always these evil overlord villains and their henchmen doing all these crazy stunts and holding everyone for ransom and whatnot. Nowadays, your average douchebag with a GoPro camera and a spare snowmobile beats anything Ian Fleming’s got.
I have no idea how to portray a Bond villain to a contemporary audience — one that lives in a world where Vladimir Putin runs Russia, and got elected. I guess a contemporary villain would throw recyclable plastic into a regular trash can, or pour his waste motor oil into a storm drain, or maybe buy a puppy at a regular pet store instead of rescuing some neurotic greyhound left over from the track.
But drive a snowmobile off a cliff and parachute away? Hell, that’s just regular folks.