So you want to donate to my foundation. You are aware that I wound things down in that...

Valentine: So you want to donate to my foundation. You are aware that I wound things down in that area, right? Harry Hart: Climate change is a threat which affects us all, Mr. Valentine. And you're one of the few powerful men who seems to share my concerns. Valentine: I stepped things down because I wasn't getting anywhere. Every bit of research kept pointing to the same thing. Harry Hart: The carbon emissions are a red herring, and we are past the point of no return, no matter what remedial actions we take. Valentine: Uh-huh. You know your shit. Harry Hart: I sometimes envy the blissful ignorance of those less well-versed in their... 'shit'. As Professor Arnold always said: 'Humankind is the only virus cursed to live with the horrifying knowledge of its host's fragile mortality.' [Surprised look by Valentine] Valentine: There are not a lot of people who knew about him. [Short pause] Valentine: Do you like spy movies, Mr. DeVere? [Hart notices Gazelle sitting behind him, pointing one of her bladed legs toward him] Harry Hart: Nowadays, they're all a little serious for my taste. But the old ones... marvelous. Give me a far-fetched theatrical plot any day. Valentine: The old Bond movies. Oh, man. Ah, when I was a kid, that was my dream job: gentleman spy. Harry Hart: I always felt that the old Bond films were only as good as the villain. As a child, I rather fancied a future as a colorful megalomaniac. Valentine: What a shame we both had to grow up. [Valentine smiles] Valentine: Bon appetit. [Valentine and Hart toast with their burgers]