From Russia WIth Love

Our apartment complex is having an Oscar night, and so certain apartments are supposed to team up and make a video. At Oscar night, prizes will be awarded, etc. etc.
My group is making a Bond spoof. During character assignments, one person said "There should be a Russian. There are always Russians in Bond movies."
So of course I volunteered.
Today we filmed. I wore a slinky dress, combat boots, and a Russian fox fur hat the size of my TORSO (the guy who supplied the hat also supplied a blue velvet Italian-made suit and footie Dr. Seuss pjs. I would like to get to know this guy better, maybe) and it was great. Here were my lines, delivered in my heaviest Russian accent:
(After being hit by Bond) "You hit like baby."
(While my goons drag Bond towards a pile of snow) "Put him on ICE, boys!"
"Your state secrets belong to the state now, BOND!"

"Как дела...BOND?!" (trans: How are you doing...BOND?!) It has been a great experience for me and my career. In other news, there was also a nerd party today, and one of my neighbors stopped by because I'd mentioned that maybe I had a superhero t-shirt she could wear for said party. When she came over I couldn't find it but I felt guilty telling her I had nothing nerdy to offer becaaaause when she knocked on the door I was playing Batman: Arkham Asylum on my computer. It's a sweet game, if that's any excuse.