You don't want to talk about Arthur. [ That much is obvious. In fact, if Bond wanted to talk to Arthur, there's artful ways of going about finding his series of new numbers, too. ] Are you too broke to bring something to the table? I thought I've warned you about spending your government stipend on all those suits.

[ There's some deliberation here as Eames straightens in his chair, lifts up to pad over to the window looking over the alley. He can hear the background noise from the other line, an argument in Spanish maybe. ]

Arthur can only be as wonderful as his take on life allows him. Corceau's holed up in the Cape until the sea somehow begets him a boat, last I heard. And you're smoking again.