q's retirement party. i'd just put the knife into the cake, and -
well.  if you insist.
now pay attention, 007. we haven't much time to demonstrate your new q toys.
gone fishing.
big game fishing. sonar torpedoes. retirement gift from his friends at the cia.
in the meantime, perhaps this will spark your interest. cigarette lighter. thumb here, press here -
not from forty feet.
the disposable lighter also contains a small self-detonation charge depending on who - or what - you wish to dispose of.
stop fidgeting, 007. next -
plastique explosive shoelaces. cut them to regulate the size of the blast; totally harmless until you attach the detonator hidden in the heel of your shoe.
moving along - a typical plastic security card. name here, magnetic information stripe here - and a code breaking microprocessor here. swipe it through any card reader - anywhere - you're in.
it was an authorized test. i returned the money.
finally, your new watch: blue laser here for signaling or burning through locks; press this button, the sweep hand becomes a geiger counter.
oh. i almost forgot. there is one last thing: before q retired, he asked that i give you one other protective device.
i believe q's exact words were: "hopefully, nothing."