From Ian Fleming's "Diamonds Are Forever"
CHAPTER 9
(Of Tiffany Case, over dinner.)
“I’m not going to sleep with you,” said Tiffany Case in a matter-of-fact voice, “so don’t waste your money getting me tight. But I’ll have another and probably another one after that. I just don't want to drink your vodka Martinis under false pretenses.”
Bond laughed. He gave the order and turned back to her. “We haven’t ordered dinner yet,” he said. “I was going to suggest shellfish and hock. That might have changed your mind. The combination’s supposed to have quite an effect.”
“Listen, bond,” said Tiffany, “it’d take more than Crabmeat Ravigotte to get me into bed. in any case since it’s your check, I’m going to have caviar and what you English call cutlets and some pink champagne. I don’t often date a good-looking Englishman, and the dinner’s going to live up to the occasion.” Suddenly she leaned towards him and reached out a hand and put it over his. “Sorry,” she said abruptly. “I didn’t mean that about the check. The dinner’s on me. But I did mean it about the occasion..”
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