I'm sooo ready for you, Daniel Craig

I am the proud new owner of a Halliburton, and therefore one step closer to my lifelong dream of owning a briefcase full of money.

This dream began at my first viewing of Casino Royale (the 21st-century one; best James Bond flick EVER, btw, and not just because of Daniel Craig's "... perfectly formed a--") when, in the first chapters of the movie, some dude pulls out a briefcase of money as a bribe or to tantalize towards future payment, as is de rigueur in these kinds of stories. Anyway, I'm not sure what was happening exactly, and I seem to have blocked out the events leading up to the opening of that blessed case, because all I remember is: at that moment, time (or the movie) stopped for me-- all I could think was, "How can I get a brief/suitcase full of money??"  I was completely distracted for the next 10-15 minutes, working out in my head if my monthly allowance/paycheck would produce enough stacks of ones to create a convincingly full case. And then Daniel Craig came back on and I abandoned those musings, he is pretty. Totally didn't care that I was now lost in the storyline and had to ask eva what happened.

But now, I'm well on my way towards realizing my dream! We art teachers recently scavenged the now-abandoned photo lab in anticipation of its impending demolition (next-door neighbor of my previous classroom, the legendary Woodshop, also soon-to-be demolished), and I came out WINNER. That aluminum beauty was just sitting there, ripe for the taking, and not one of the other art teachers--scrambling for a chair or papercutter or maybe a plastic measuring cup--had any idea what they were overlooking until I screamed "HALLIBURTON!!!" and grabbed it up. I'm not going to lie, it pumped my adrenaline a little bit.  Then my adrenaline slowed as I realized it was locked.... Then it pepped back up a little when we also realized that the number combination, handily, had been marked/etched right above the lock.

(Which I photoshopped out of this image... like I'm going to put it out there for all to see! As if.)

If I ever do get it filled with money, I think that'll put me right in line to be the next Bond Girl, at maybe #37 or so.  I would also deign to play the Supporting Role Bond Girl, she usually gets a few admiring glances from 007; acceptable consolation prize.

I don't quite have the money yet, though, so I've got to figure out what to put in my case in the meantime. Eva says it doesn't really matter, since 'Halliburton' screams "valuable goods inside!", so people will steal it from me no matter what. Maybe I'll just dress like a federal agent and walk through the airport with it handcuffed to my wrist, so I can be mistaken for an Air Marshall and get first-class perks.  (LOST has taught me well.)

Any ideas? What do you people put in your Halliburtons?