Cuckoo Clock

     Bond made no effort to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. “And that’s good news? That I'm to have the benefit of witticisms penned by someone who writes lines such as ‘I’m the very girl to draw your stumps’?”
     “Well I can’t guarantee they’ll all be as good as that”, said Q. Bond made a mental note to put even more sarcasm into his voice in his dealings with Q as the sarcasm he’d just used had obviously had no effect. “However he’s come up with an absolute belter for your next mission, a real knee-slapper,” Q continued enthusiastically. “But first a question. What do you know about the Swiss?”
     "The Swiss?" Bond thought for a moment before saying:"They make cuckoo clocks."
     "Anything else?"
     "I would have thought that foisting cuckoo clocks upon the world was quite enough for one nation. However the Swiss also serve as bankers to the world's criminal element; and whenever there's a war they're decidedly adept at looking the other way."
     "You don't care for the Swiss I take it?"
    “ Got it in one”
     “No matter. Fortunately, apart from infesting the word with cuckoo clocks and those other things you mentioned they do something else as well.” Bond cocked an ear. “They yodel.”
     “Yodel?”
     Q demonstrated. “Yodel-ay-ee-tee. They yodel”
     “And?”
     “Sorry, I'm just pointing it out because you have to know that in order to appreciate the one-liner our new chap has come up with. Anyway, here’s the scenario. You’re in Switzerland. And while you’re there, being the rake you are, you bed a Swiss miss. Then not content with that you bed her mother as well.”
     “Her mother?”
     "A mite improbable I know, James. However by no means impossible. I mean some mothers can be very beautiful too. Say the woman’s daughter is just eighteen, she herself could be only thirty six, even younger. Anyway you bed her mother too. Then her husband finds out that you’ve slept with his daughter. Not with his wife you understand, he doesn’t know that you’ve slept with his wife yet. So he takes you to task on it. He says to you ‘Mr Bond, I believe you have bedded my daughter?” And you say – wait for it James – you say ‘Yes – and your old lady too.’ ”