Bond has no problem exhibiting his new-found riches to the hotel staff in Licence to Kill as seen in the above quote. Never mind it’s stolen drug cartel money, but between the Bollinger R.D. champagne and the hotel-room extravagance, Bond slips into the role of a millionaire so naturally you almost forget he’s freeloading off stolen cash.

But the luxury is part of the act as Bond carefully builds credibility with Sanchez while setting Milton Krest up as the perfect scapegoat for the missing money. Bond essentially weaponizes Sanchez’s paranoia against his own inner circle. It’s one of the rare Bond plotlines where Bond’s manipulation proves more effective than brute force.