Corporate Spy Pillows

Tweet from this retreat . . you are toast

'Alert, sir The competition is trying to hack into our hard copies,'

Larry's snout was as clean as a whistle...this made some a little edgy.

Hastily employing a pen and a pack of Post-It notes, ace corporate spy Harry Napier fools a vigilant security guard.

"Well, well, well. Harris was the mole all along!"

The Anti-Agent

"Bond James, Bond."

In basket-case.

James Bond in a Snow Globe

'Keep me informed of the herds' mood.'

Barks in code.

HDQTRS division, Motor Pool and Covert Ops.

"I'll have the Investigator's Special."

A boy acting suspiciously

'What's wrong? Think the walls have ears?'

"Either we spend millions on new technology to erase each agent's memory following a sensitive assignment, or we just start hiring people over fifty."

Giant pandas doing surveillance in a zoo.

'Ah Mr Bond, I haven't been expecting you...'

"Your imagination is running wild. That's not a tiny drone sent to spy on us. That's just a fly."

What've you been up to since college, Lemont? Oh, I became a journalist … had a kid, blah blah … but I wanna hear about you, Rudy. Grigori Rasputin. How've you been all these years? How's your Uncle Mort? Are you a Russian spy? Boop boop boop. How'd that stomach-tumble-translator startup you founded in the nineties go? Wait ... what did you say you became? What do they have on President Trump? How's your cat? Boop.

'I don't have any formal training, but I do own the complet boxed set of 'Get Smart' DVD's.'

CIA, 'Confound it, Ruggles -- we're SUPPOSED to be worrywarts'

"I started my career as an industrial spy-here."

"Maybe our beloved founder is trying to tell us something."

'We're looking for somebody to work on our new top secret project. Can you tell me what kind of experience you have?'

"OK, we may not have ways of making you talk, but we do have ways of making your leg twitch uncontrollably."

"I spy with my little eye…"

Pile of top secret files on a train. Man saying 'Is that seat free'

'I can't read their smoke signal. It's encrypted.'

Licensed to grill.

'How do we know the NSA hasn't hacked your naughty list?'

'Is that a suspicious package in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?'

'Each one is signed and numbered.'

"Screw this—I'm going to work for the tabloids."

Milkin' Impossible