Bond pours himself a drink.
“Is Mister Case not at home?” he asks.
“There is no Mr. Case,” replies Miss Case from the other room, “The T is for Tiffany.”
Bond pauses while pouring his Scotch. “Tiffany Case?” he asks. “Definitely distinctive.”
“I was born there,” says Tiffany, “on the first floor, while my mother was looking for a wedding ring.”
“Well, I’m glad for your case,” replies Bond, “that it wasn’t Van Cleef and Arpels.”
Tiffany returns to the sitting room, wearing just bra and panties, and a brunette wig. Bond pauses again, looking at her.
“Weren’t you a blonde when I came in?” he asks.
“Could be,” replies Tiffany, smiling slightly. She walks toward Bond.
“I tend to notice little things like that,” says Bond, “whether a girl is a blonde or a brunette.”
“And which do you prefer?” asks Tiffany.
“Well, providing the collar and cuffs match…” replies Bond.
“We’ll talk about that later,” says Tiffany, grabbing the glass out of his hand, “Let me have your glass – I’ll get you some ice.”
Tiffany walks back to her bedroom. Bond watches her leave.
Once back in her bedroom, Tiffany closes the door and pulls out a spray bottle. She quickly covers the glass with a white powder, and brushes away the excess, revealing Bond’s recent fingerprints on the glass. IN THIS MINUTE:
Jill St. John as T. Case
Sean Connery as James Bond
