Just leave the Beretta!

Tandis que la Blonde Égérie parfait au soleil sa tenue de travail, l'auteur rejoint la pénombre de son studio où l'attend le Fantôme des Années Anciennes.
- Mais dites: ne serait-ce pas un Beretta que tient le personnage ? Le même que James Bond ?
- Non! Un modèle plus conséquent que celui qui donna lieu à ce savoureux dialogue:
M: Take off your jacket, Double-O Seven and give me your gun.... Yes, I thought so. This damn Beretta again. I’ve told you about this before. Armourer! You tell him - for the last time!
MAJOR BOOTHROYD: Nice and light - in a lady’s handbag. No stopping power.
M: Any comments?
JAMES BOND: I disagree sir. I’ve used a Beretta for ten years - I’ve never missed with it yet!
M: Maybe not, but it jammed on your last job and you spent six months in hospital in consequence. If you carry a Double-O number it means you’re licenced to kill not get killed. And another thing. Since I’ve been head of MI7 there’s been a 40 percent drop in Double-O operative casualties, and I want it to stay that way. You’ll carry the Walther - unless of course you’d prefer to go back to standard intelligence duties.
JAMES BOND: No sir. I would not.
M: Then from now on you carry a different gun, show him armourer.
MAJOR BOOTHROYD: Walther PPK 7.65 mil with a delivery like a brick through a plate-glass window. Takes a Brausch silencer with very little reduction in muzzle velocity - the American CIA swear by them.
M: Thank you Major Boothroyd.
MAJOR BOOTHROYD: Thank you sir. Goodnight sir.
M: Any questions Double-O Seven?
JAMES BOND: No sir.
M: Alright then. Best of luck.
JAMES BOND: Thank you sir.
M: Double-O Seven!
JAMES BOND: Sir?
M: Just leave the Beretta.