"Next!"
A debonair man strode confidently in.
"Name?" the producer asked.
"Bond, James Bond. Seventh in the queue outside." The queue ran into three figures.
"Mr Bond, we're auditioning for Hamlet here. Are you sure you're in the right place?"
"I'm a serious actor. Anyway, Hamlet kills people."
"But – "
"Licensed to kill."
The producer sighed. "OK, what have you rehearsed?"
Bond paused dramatically. "To be or not to be, that ish the queshtion? Shurely it musht be nobler in the mind to shuffer the shlings and arrowsh – "
"Enough! Goodbye, Mr Bond!"
"Doesn't Hamlet also drive an Aston Martin?"
A debonair man strode confidently in.
"Name?" the producer asked.
"Bond, James Bond. Seventh in the queue outside." The queue ran into three figures.
"Mr Bond, we're auditioning for Hamlet here. Are you sure you're in the right place?"
"I'm a serious actor. Anyway, Hamlet kills people."
"But – "
"Licensed to kill."
The producer sighed. "OK, what have you rehearsed?"
Bond paused dramatically. "To be or not to be, that ish the queshtion? Shurely it musht be nobler in the mind to shuffer the shlings and arrowsh – "
"Enough! Goodbye, Mr Bond!"
"Doesn't Hamlet also drive an Aston Martin?"
