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Kangaroo and Periscope.

The Anti-Agent

'Yes, I do have some ideas for the wedding! We could fly in on jet packs, say our vows on a bridge over a piranha pool with you in a white bikini, hold the reception in a casino and honeymoon in a secret underground bunker!'

'We subpoenaed all of 'Mr. Big's' electronic messages. They're in morse code.'

"This is Blackjack, come in Yahtzee."

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

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

"What you find 'boring' spies from all over the world would find extremely interesting."

"His name's Bond. Mittens Bond."

'Somebody close the window. Those pesky drones are getting in.'

"I want to spill the beans, but I'm waiting till I have access to classified or sensitive beans."

"Why don't we call you 'Deeper Throat'?"

"Good luck Mr. Bond, you have one minute to diffuse this tantrum."

Incognito Bonito - 'I don't know me, but I do know you!'

"They rubbed my tummy, chief- I told them everything."

'Trying to steal secrets again, Dr. Figowitz?'

A spy peering round the corner.

'We want to make a movie about making a fake movie so you can sneak us out of Washington.'

'The close Ops surveillance people have just sent these photo's over and we now strongly suspect that Jimmy the Greek is onto us...'

'Oh, sure, the boss has a menacing evil laugh, but it's his evil sob that I find most arresting.'

"China Ministry of State Security Royal Infiltration Training Unit"

"You never call, and the federal government will back me up on that."

'I'm a simple man really beneath the code words and the black ops and the multitude of fake passports.'

'How's the meeting going, Ed?'

Your life is in great danger...

"So, Mr. Bond, you have foolishly entered my diabolical hall of mirrors."

'This assignment calls for a chicken.'

Press spy infiltrates Buckingham palace dressed as a guard.

"So, how long have you been a double agent, Tommy?"

We had a power surge, and the milker seems to have tapped into the CIA's computer.'

Why clown agents shoul never hide in the WC